#akashi fluff

It’s strange to be home alone, and not for the reasons Seijurou might think. He’s always worried about your safety, and the electric fence around your property and all the other safety features are a testament to that.

You miss the sound of his breathing, the tap-tap-tapping of his hands on the keyboard when he can’t sleep and gets to work a little earlier than usual, the door to the home office open just an inch so he can hear you waking up.

Your phone rings just as you’re halfway through your skin care routine. You accept the request for a video call, beaming at the camera as you pat moisturizer into your skin. 

“Hey Baby!”

“Did you sleep well?” Seijurou asks, his bright red hair illuminated by the sun streaming through the car window. 

“I did, yes,” you say, laughing. “And you?”

“I would have slept better with you by my side,” he sighs, looking wistfully at the camera. “I miss you. Happy anniversary. I wanted to text you when I woke up, but I didn’t want to wake you by accident.”

“Aw, I wouldn’t have minded,” you hum. “When are you going to be home? I feel asleep earlier than I thought last night. Did your meeting go well?”

“It did, don’t worry.” He checks something. “I’m planning to be back after lunch. Around three p.m., I think. Early enough to enjoy your company until we need to get ready for Dinner. Did you get the clothes I sent you?”

“If you mean the three boxes, I’ve got them, yes. I wanted to open them with you there.”

“Oh,” he blushes slightly. “You don’t have to wait. I know how impatient you can get with surprises.”

“You know me too well,” you say, chuckling.

Seijurou moves to say something else, but a voice interrupts him.

His brows furrow, and he sighs, turning back to you. “We’ve arrived. I’ll call you later, okay? Love you.”

“Love you!”

-

In the five years you’ve been married, Seijurou has made it a priority to take the day of your anniversary off from work. But things happen, some of them far out of his control. Not that he wouldn’t have tried. Last year, he took the last train home and reached you in the early hours of the morning, sleep-deprived and guilt-driven. As much as his zeal pleased you, you couldn’t help but worry.

You’re more than familiar with his perfectionist tendencies by now. 

Surely, he’ll feel guilty over the time spent apart, even when he arrives earlier than planned - because he usually calculates a buffer into his travel plans - and try to compensate with expensive gifts.

Like the dress, jewelry, and shoes that are sitting on your bed right now.

They are lovely. He knows your taste. 

But he’s not fallen for you because you’re a woman to buy. Seijurou has fallen for you because he knows you’re worthy of holding his heart safe.

So you get to work in the ways you can.

-

“Hey, Love,” Seijurou sounds tired. “How was Lunch?”

“Lovely,” you say. It’s not a video call this time, but there’s not much noise on his end of the call. He’s probably being driven around once more.  “And yours?”

“Productive.” He sighs. “I got a call right after. I need to go through another meeting. I asked if we could reschedule, but since I’m here right now-”

“I understand. But take care of yourself, okay? You sound tired. Can you take a nap somehow?”

“I’ll try. I’ll try to be home around five, okay? We need to leave at seven at the latest, and I was really looking forward to spending some time with you, just the two of us.”

“We will, Love. I understand how it is. Do you wanna close your eyes while I talk? Rest a bit?”

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

-

Seijurou calls again around four. He’s just made it out of the meeting, but he’s going to be home by six.

You assure him once more that you find no fault in him, and talk over the quiet hum of the car for a while.

When he hangs up, you go down to the kitchen, pulling open cupboards until you find everything you need.

Seijurou’s favorite meal isn’t hard to prepare; it just takes a little bit of preparation and a lot of love. Both things you have by hand.

By the time it’s done, your phone rings again.

“Love?”

Seijurou sighs. It’s heavy and drawn out, and you can practically feel the weight of the world that rests on your husband's shoulders.

“I’m stuck in traffic,” he says then. “There was an accident ahead of me. I can’t turn around for now, and I’m not sure how long it will take them to reroute. My driver says we’ll probably not be home before seven.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“But the restaurant-”

“The restaurant will still be there tomorrow, or the day after. Come home to me. That’s the only thing I want for my anniversary.”

Seijurou’s quiet for a while, just his slow and steady breathing. Eventually, he says: “If I could marry you again, I would.”

“Me too,” you tell him, smiling. “Me too.”

-

The kitchen table is decorated with all the candles you could find, a few of the roses Seijurou bought sacrificed so you could decorate with the petals. 

It’s much more intimate than a night at a fancy restaurant could have been, you’re sure.

The front door clicks shut. Seijurou’s voice is laced with exhaustion when he calls out for you.

“Coming!” You call out to him, shuffling down the long hallways to the front. 

His eyes are warm when they catch yours, and the deep breath he takes when he pulls you into his arms seems to bring back some of his vigor.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. Then. “You’re not wearing the dress I bought you.”

“Mhm,” you untie his tie and pull him into a kiss. “I thought you’d rather get comfortable now that you’re home. I put out your favorite pajamas. And I made Tofu Soup.”

“My favorite?” He pulls you in for another kiss. “How do I deserve that?”

“You made it home to me.”

- - -

It is rare that Seijurou sleeps in. But when you wake up to find him still next to you the next morning, curled around you protectively even in his sleep, you know he needs all the rest he can get.

You stay like that for a while, him protecting you with his body and you protecting his rest.

Eventually, though, his eyes flutter open.

“Morning,” you greet him, kissing him softly. “How does Sleeping Beauty feel?”

“I don’t know,” he teases you. “How do you feel?”

“I feel well rested and very safe in your loving arms,” you pull him a little closer. “But also a little hungry.”

Guilt washes over his face, almost too quickly to notice. “Don’t feel bad for sleeping in, Sei,” you tell him off. “You needed it, and I enjoyed every moment of it. I was just wondering if you’d mind crumbs in bed.”

One eyebrow lifts. “Crumbs in bed?”

You laugh, slipping out of his grasp. “Breakfast in bed?”

“Are you going to let me help?”

“After you burned the eggs last time? Never. But you’re allowed to make coffee, if that makes you feel better.” You lean in for a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And after breakfast, I have a present for you.”

“Is it the dress I bought you?”

“No,” you laugh as he follows you down to the kitchen, always close enough that you can feel the heat of his body. “Better.”

-

Fed and lazy, you sink back into the pillows, the late morning sun drawing patterns onto the comforter.

“My present?” Seijurou asks, taking your hand to press gentle kisses against your knuckles.

“Are you getting impatient?”

“A little, perhaps.”

“Fine,” you push back his hair with a smile. “I cleared your calendar for Monday and Tuesday.”

“You did?” An eyebrow lifts, curiosity glinting in warm eyes. “What for?”

“Remember the beach house? I think we should pay it a visit. The water is still a little too cold, but that just means we’ll have the beach to ourselves. I took the liberty of packing your bags yesterday; all we need to do is get in the car.”

“I love that idea,” Seijurou pulls you in. “Thank you. If I could, I’d marry you again.”

“Me too.” You say, kissing him softly. “Just for being you.”

-

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Akashi took a deep breath, looking up at the doors that concealed his childhood. Its been years since he even step foot within the grounds of the Akashi Manor, but today was a very special day. He turned his head to his wife, (y/n), holding a little red-haired baby in her arms.

"Don't worry, Sei-kun. I'm here with you, and so is our little girl." she gave him a reassuring smile. From your words his nerves calmed down a bit, nodding.

Within merely just one knock his butler immediately opened the door. The whole staff were expecting them after all, especially little bundle of joy that they were going to bring into their house.

"Seijuro-sama, (Y/N)-sama, welcome! Oh and is this our little hime-sama?? She's so beautiful!!" the maids and the butlers all rushed around (Y/N), the baby reaching her arms up and cooing.

"Awww..!!"

"Seijuro, (Y/N). A pleasure to see you again." a low voice boomed through the foyer, and the man himself entered the scene.

"Hello Father," Seijuro bowed, (Y/N) bowing slightly. The maids and the butler stepped aside, Masaomi looking down at the bundle of covers that Akashi's wife was holding.

"This is my grandchild, I assume." Masaomi said, approaching the girl. Akashi stepped closer to (Y/N), being wary of his Father. Of all people, he knew exactly how he could be.

"May I?" he asked, reaching his arms out to her.

"Yes of course," (Y/N) smiled, carefully handing the little baby to his grandfather. Silence befell the room in less than a second, everyone holding their breaths in anticipation. The only sounds that could be heard was the little girl's soft coos.

Masaomi looked at the little girl closely, eyeing each and every one of her features. From her fiery red hair to her cute little button nose, he reached out his pointer finger to the baby. She grabbed it with all five of her tiny fingers, waving it around.

"And her name?" Masaomi asked, without even looking at the married couple. Akashi and (Y/N) looked at each other with a smile, the woman nodding subtly.

"Her name is Shiori," Akashi announced hesitantly.

The moment he heard the name, Masaomi's expression immediately softened. It took him a few seconds to process this information, and Akashi was starting to feel like he had done something wrong. But for the first time in what felt like his life, he saw the man's usual thin and pressed lips curled into a smile.

"A perfect name for a perfect little princess."

Akashi visibly relaxed, and the rest of the room breathed a silent sigh. In Masaomi's mind, though, it was time.

Time to spoil a little kid rotten.

"Come, come. I've purchased a few outfits for her." Masaomi said, inviting the two and walking through the hallways, without even batting an eye to the parents.

"Well that went better than I expected."

"Perhaps a bit too well..." Akashi said, laughing softly as he looked at his Father who was pining over the little girl. Masaomi spent his life training Seijuro to be the best heir he could possibly be, and so he had no time to treat him like an actual child. With his granddaughter though... He had all the time in the world. Plus he could finally release his pent up affection that he kept from Akashi.

Masaomi led them to what seemed to be a sewing room, with five clothing racks filled with everything from dresses to onesies fit for the little girl.

Don't underestimate him, though. These were not just any clothes. These were designer brand clothes ("must be worthy of an Akashi", Masaomi would so often tell his stylist that their ears ring every time he says them). Some of them were even custom made from brands like Chanel, Dior, Hermes and Louis Vuitton.

The married couple gaped in awe of the sheer amount of clothes, and the sheer amount of money that was in the room.

"Masaomi-san... Shiori will outgrow them quickly, you know that right...?"

"Do you take me as a fool? These clothes range in size from newborn to those she can wear up until she's 10 years old."

"Oh."

Akashi and (Y/N) turned to each other.

"Jesus christ, he said a few outfits, didn't he? What happened to a few??"

"Perhaps a few meant a few clothes racks worth..."

"I think this is a little overboard, Sei..."

"I've never seen him act like this. It's quite jarring..."

"Even for me! Who knew his weakness would be his grandchild??"

"I'm jealous." Akashi pouted, glancing at the two. Except little Shiori's clothes were now somewhere else, and she was wearing a cute little Versace dress.

"Aren't you just the most beautiful thing? Ah! I know. You shall call me Grand-père."

"Father, that might be a bit difficult to pronounce-"

"Nonsense. She is an Akashi. Do not underestimate my granddaughter."

"You mean my daughter..." Akashi muttered under his breath. (Y/N) suddenly laughed out loud, catching the attention of the two boys in the room.

"Well isn't this a sight? I don't think I've seen you two talk without fighting," She said, smiling at the two. They glanced at each other, Akashi pursing his lips slightly. But it was a warm feeling, and a step to improvement. A knock on the door interrupted the awkward silence, all of them turning their attention to the maid.

"Lunch is ready, Masaomi-sama." she bowed, trying to keep her eyes off cute little Shiori.

"Lunch?" Akashi and (Y/N) looked at him.

"Since you are already here, you may as well stay and join us for lunch." the man said, keeping his face stern. Akashi smiled softly. It must have been quite lonely and quiet, now that he wasn't living with his Father anymore. He learned throughout the years that even a silent meal shared between two is a precious thing, especially with someone you loved.

And of course, he wanted to spend more time with his granddaughter.

"Might as well. What do you think, (Y/N)?"

"I think that would be lovely."

"Then to the dining room," Masaomi announced, leaving the room with Shiori in his arms.

"Um- Masaomi-san? Could I have my daughter back-?" (Y/N) asked hesitantly, catching up to the man as they walked to the dining room. Shiori was looking up at his grandfather in the eyes, a wide smile on her face.

"Perhaps later."

"Oh okay-"

"We have lots to do, ma petite fille. Hmm... you shall have a horse of your own. What do you think should be its name?"

"She's only a few months old...!"

"Which is the perfect time to teach her how to ride. Isn't that right, aking mahal na apo?"

"Father...!"

"Ignore them, principessina."

Bonus!

The dress that little Shiori is currently wearing:

 Kageyma: He loves when you hold his hand. You can always sense when he’s nervous or a little uncomfortable and your hand unconsciously gravitates to his, interlacing your fingers and reassuringly running your thumb over his. You can physically feel him wind down, his shoulders not as tense and his hand squeezing yours as a thank you.

 Kita: He loves when you pull him into your lap. After a tiring day in the field, he wants nothing more than to be in the comfort of your arms. Instinctively you know what he needs and as soon as he walks through the door you’re dragging him to the couch and into your lap, his face nestled in your chest. You run your hands down the expanse of his back in a soothing motion, and like a lullaby it coaxes him into the open arms of sleep.

 Kuroo: He loves when you make eye contact. One of his favourite things about you is your eyes and he now knows what people mean when they say they’re windows to one’s soul. Every time you look at him, he feels himself getting lost in your alluring gaze and when he looks closely enough, he sees his own lovestruck gaze staring back at him. He can’t help but bring his face closer and watch those pretty eyes flutter close when he brushes his lips against yours and he almost regrets it when he can no longer watch your glazed eyes track his movements.

 Aone: He loves when you hug him. Aone knows he’s big and intimidating and he’s never once felt small or protected…until you. When you come up behind him and tenderly wrap your arms around his large frame, he finally feels small and safe. He lets himself slouch back into your chest, knowing it’s you behind him, he lets himself wrap his own arms around yours and he lets himself feel vulnerable.

 Kyotani: He loves when you send him photos. He loves the photos you send of yourself: when you wake up, before you go to sleep, once you’re dressed up and when you’re just smiling and telling him you miss him. All these photos get saved and allocated to different albums he has of you. But he especially loves when you send photos of pretty flowers, cute puppies and vibrant sunsets and tell him they remind you of him. His eyes considerably soften, and the corners of his lips quirk up and he replies with three short words – I love you.

 Akashi: He loves when you teach him things. Watching you brighten when he asks you to teach him how to do something you love, if that’s painting or playing an instrument, he doesn’t care he just wants to watch your whole being come alive as you excitedly ramble about everything you’re going to teach him. He can only do his best to follow your instructions but if he’s honest he’s more focused on watching you. Your voice asking him if he’s paying attention is the thing that snaps him out of his daze and he softly nods while pushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

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“Why'd ya bring your kid Takeomi? This look like a playground to you?” Mochi sneered, hands crossed from his chair observing the dueled hair man approach the long table where Bonten was holding their meeting. His kid tucked in Akashi’s arms, the curious child looking around the darkly lit room. 

“Shut it Mochi” Sanzu growled, shutting the male up instantly when his icy orbs met the others. 

“Mikey, what's on the agenda?” Sanzu turned towards the head of the group, the blonde having a lack of emotion on his face while he ate his dorayaki. The other males fell silent when their leader spewing words while Akashi set the girl down, crossing his legs on his assigned meeting chair. blankly listening to Mikey’s plan.

 Authorizing the child to roam around, nimble hands coming in contact with any object in reach. Empty plastic cups deposited around the floor, being disregarded by the toddler not finding the liquids interesting enough to touch. 

That was until she saw it, a black ‘toy’ that looked similar to the nerf gun her father had gotten her. 

Happily giggling while she grasped the item in between her tiny fingers. Safety trigger being locked of course, since the object was just sitting in Sanzu’s pocket a few minutes prior. Ripples of drool smearing all over the firearm as she played with it, mouth slobbering on the bullet shooting machine.  

“Hey Akashi, what's that thing in her mouth?” Ran’s bored voice shot up, hand that wasn't occupied holding his sleepy figure up pointed at the girl. Making all the bonten members' attention focus on the baby crawling around on the ground. 

“What? I didn't bring her toy- IS THAT A GUN?” Akashi tripped over himself as he bolted over to the girl, quickly ripping the rod out of her mouth. Eyes examining the kid for any possible injuries, sighing in relief when he noticed there weren't any. 

His cold orbs turning around to glare at the pink-ette, noticing the pink sharpie with the man's initials scribbled on the bullet holder. 

“Sanzu! Why is your gun on the floor? My daughter could’ve shot herself in the mouth” Akashi yelled, causing the other men in the room to laugh at his apprehensive behavior. The whole scene being quite the show, the skunk haired man usually being as quiet as a mouse in normal situations. 

“Oh- my bad” Sanzu replied nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“You said our daughter had a gun in her mouth?” Your voice making Akashi turn pale, head slowly twisting to the door frame where you stood. Lunchboxes with baby formula in hand, that you were planning to drop off. 

“Wait- Y/N! It wasn't my faul-” Akashi moved his hands in front of him, trying to explain the scene to you. His body cowering before you as you walked over to him, dropping the lunch boxes on the floor to bonk the male over the head. 

Though even if he did explain the citation, it really wouldn't help much. At all. 

M A N J I R O / ouch! my hair! 

It wasn't a question he loved you and his child, having been a new father, and the sad past aligning his childhood. He was a fairly awkward father, not knowing what to do in these types of circumstances. You would do most of the cooing, keeping the baby at bay while he watched from a safe distance. 

Alas you were out with a few friends, having some you time while your husband insisted on watching the kid. Knowing fully well your husband wasn't that capable, you declined. Only to get pushed out of the house, Mikey saying a quick ‘i love you, have fun!’ before slamming the door on your face. A decision he was starting to regret when he felt the small monkey like human mount his back, 

Eyes blown out wide when he felt a hand yank at the hair attached to his scalp, 

“Ow! C/N stop, that hurts!” Mikey used a hand to reach behind him, retracing it when he felt small teeth bite his finger. Failing to get the climbing child yanking at his locks that were being used as latters. 

Obnoxious giggles coming from his back at his pained yelp, he didn't even remember how he got in this state, or what tempted the small being to ascend him. He secretly prayed that you would get back early, whether it started raining or your friend caught a cold, he wanted you home. Immediately. 

He couldn't, or rather didn't know what to do. His head started to hurt from the constant pulling, the toddler only holding on by his hair and the leg swung over his shoulder. The urine stained diaper mere inches away from his face, the smell making him gag. 

His prayers were finally answered when he heard the front door unlock, a sweet voice calling out his name along with the babies. 

“Y/N help me!” Mikey whined as he used his feet to kick the ground, a pout on his face when he pointed behind him to the wild child. 

“Ahhh, C/N whatcha doing on daddies back?” You smiled, arms stretched to ozooze the child with, ignoring your pouty faced husband. 

“Y/N~ they literally tortured me!” Mikey raved, an accusing finger pointing to the kid snickering in your arms. 

“Look at this! A chunk of my hair fell out!” He added, a few strands of his blonde locks on the palm of his hand that was ravaging through his aching scalp. Rubbing at the spot to ease the pain. 

K O K O N O I / I said dont say that brat!

“Fuck” Kokonoi groaned, maneuvering the pan handle in his hand. An annoyed look on his face, having to throw another wasted egg down the trash disposal. The yellow hues being burnt to a crisp at Kokonoi’s horrendous cooking. 

“Burnt the damn eggs again” He huffed, placing the empty pan on the stove. Sweaty hands wiping across the pink apron sprung around his waist. Gruel hours of the morning spent ‘trying’ to make his sleeping wife breakfast in bed. His wide awake toddler staring up at him from their tiny portable crib. 

“Dumb ass eggs” He muttered, frusteration slowly building up inside the man. 

“Fuck” Kokonoi’s head whipped around, mouth agape at the fit of laughter from his child, upon seeing it’s fathers widened eyes. 

“Hey! Don't say that” Kokonoi ordered, though he secretly found it amusing. 

“Fuck”

“If your mom heard you right now, she’d say i'm a bad example-” 

“Kokonoi. Why is C/N saying that?” You questioned, voice still groggy from your previous slumber you were stripped from when you smelt the burnt fumes lingering in your vents. 

“He said that by themself! I swear I didnt-” Kokonoi raised both his hands up in defense. 

“Ass eggs” The child laughed, repeating the words her dad had growled. 

“No~ C/N you can't say that” You scolded, picking the child up from their crib to playfully rock them in your arms. 

“Damn eggs” They mumbled, small hands clapping at your shocked expression. 

“Brat just doesn't listen” Kokonoi shook his head, a faked disapproving look on his face. 

“You shouldnt be cussing in front of them in the first place!” You yelled, jokingly kicking the male on the bum. 

“Ehh? They're the one copying me! It's not my fault!” Kokonoi revoked, turning around to dodge one of your kicks. 

“I'm just trying to make egg omelets for breakfast!” He spouted, running around the island table to get away from your bewildered beatings. 

“You burnt them.”

“They burnt themselves..”

K A K U C H O / Messy

You were at work, leaving your husband with your child alone at home. According to Kakucho, there wasn't any bonten work to get done that day so having the day off. He stayed home with his kid, letting the child sketch on the coloring book while he sat on the couch. 

Now and then switching his attention from the tv to the kid on the floor, making sure they were causing any sort of trouble. Not wanting to get lectured by you when you came home, though the male was very responsible. 

Not this time though, 

“Dadda, I got a tattoo” The kid pointed at their face, messily layed marker colors drawn all over. Fingers, hands, and face covered with a different variety of colors. The gesture only earning a sigh from Kakucho, it hadn't even been three seconds since the male last looked at the kid.

How in the world did they do this without Kakucho noticing. 

“That's dirty C/N, no more,” Kakucho said, steadily picking his child up, taking the marker out of their small hand. Dropping the art supply on the carpeted floor. 

“Aww, why not dadda” The child pouted, red colors crossed on their face; probably copying the makeup they saw you wearing when you exited the house. 

“Because mommy will yell at us if you keep drawing on your face” Kakucho answered, taking the both of them to the bathroom located down the hallway. Using his free hand to twist the knob open, turning the faucet on. Letting the water warm up so he could splash the liquid on the child's face to clear the art work they had portrayed on their face. 

“Okay kiddo close your eyes” 

Obeying their father, water wiping off their masterpiece. Once the streaks were gone, gently wiping the dry towel against the child. Hoping you wouldn't notice the disaster that happened when you were gone. 

R I N D O U / Attack em! 

Rindou swallowed his pride, a toothy smile on his face as he whipped the spoon full of baby food around.

“The air planes coming, say ahh~” His eyebrow twitched at the cringe worthy words, even worse having to say it in front of you.

“Aww Rindou~ so cute” You cooed, teasing the male. The man cutely feeding your toddler. 

“Shut up!” His cheeks blushed, it shouldn't have been an embarrassing moment if you weren't purring at his every move. 

“C'mon they're opening up for the plane!” You laughed, the child hesitantly gaping their mouth for Rindou’s so-called ‘airplane’. 

“Woosh~” Rindou making the airplane affect as he pushed the spoon into the child's mouth. Ignoring all the laughing that erupted from your own mouth. 

“Smile for the camera!” You beamed, phone all up in the twos face. Filming the wholesome moment, how the male failed to notice your phone clicking with photos and videos? Who knows, all you knew was he was enormously embarrassed. 

Using one hand to block his face while the other whipped through the air, reaching for your phone to have it ripped away from him. 

“Nuh uh” you giggled, running across the room to shield yourself. 

“Delete it” He murmured, red tinted blush blooming across his face. 

“Mm no!” 

“Y/N you better delete it right now”

“Ulegh” The noise making you both look at the third person in the room, a happy smile on the kids face. A mixture of the food sitting in the bowl next to the child mushed between their fingers. Eyes filled with joy as they evilly threw the food at their fathers dress shirt. 

“Hey! Why are you throwing food at me!” Rindou yelled, causing the once attention deprived child to laugh. 

“Attack daddy!” You hollered, joining in on the one sided food fight, taking a handful of the disgusting baby mix. Tossing it over at the not so amused male. 

“No! No stop!

“Get em!”

R A N / That is MY weapon! 

The day had been chaotic enough, having been called to a fight out of nowhere. Swiftly gelling up his hair, finding some button up that didn't have baby barf stains on them. 

“Y/N! Have you seen my baton?” Ran asked, his heavy footsteps roaming your house in search of his weapon. He could've been long gone by now, being able to fight perfectly fine without this long weapon.

“I can't seem to find it anywhere” He yelled, hand fumbling with buttoning up his shirt. 

“No, I haven't seen it.” You replied sitting from the couch, light sounds of news reporters coming from the tv. A guilt ridden sigh escaping your lips, sitting up to help look for the panicking males stuff. Your child sitting, their back facing you as they seemingly played with their toys scattered in front of them. 

“C/N let’s look for papa’s bat” You cheered, kneeling down beside the child. The toddler turning to you when they heard their name being called, revealing the black armament resting in their hands. 

“Ran, I've found your baton!” You laughed, adoring the affiar playing in front of you. Your child holding the baton Ran had had most of his life, using the item to slay the many men who stood in his way. 

The man running towards your voice, seeing you and the child sitting on the rug. 

“Where” He asked, raising a brow when he didnt see the abject you said you had found. 

“C/N had it” You answered, pointing at the kid. 

“What the- okay baby give daddy back his stuff” Ran rebelled on the rug beside your child, palm outstretched for them to give back. Smile fading when he got bonked on the head by his own weapon, holding the slowly building bump, mouth ajar at the surprising reaction.

You almost cried at the sight, your child repeatedly hitting her father with the baton. Clutching your stomach as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Why are you hitting me! I just want my baton back C/N!”

It was a sight to behold, knowing damn well the memory would stick in your mind for the rest of your life. 

S A N Z U / why ya running?

Family time was in store for the three of you, Sanzu being gone most of the week. Taking his day off as the perfect opportunity to go grocery shopping together. Quality time for all of you, needing a stress reliever, 

“What's next on the list?” Sanzu asked, dropping the canned food into the cart. 

“Do you want anything C/N?” You leaned down to the child holding the railing to the cart their father was pushing. 

“Chips!” They brightened, jumping up and down from excitement of getting their favorite snack. You gave them a smile, patting the child on the head from their content answer. All until you felt a sprung from your bladder, the feet tingling feeling of needing to use the bathroom. 

“Haru, could you take them? I'm going to use the bathroom” You asked, closing the gap between your two legs. Stiffening from the itching feelings to release the water you had drunk hours earlier. 

“Okay, hurry up.” He sighed, ushering you away, watching your back fade from the aisle. 

“Okay kiddo, what chips do you want?” Sanzu raised a brow, eyes peering down to the child that was grinning up at him. The man was usually playful with his kid, wanting him to experience the love Sanzu had not witnessed when he himself was a mere child. 

“Hehe” The kid only laughed at the man before dashing down the rows of canned goods. 

“Huh? C/N where are you going!” the grown man hollered, hurriedly pushing the cart to follow them. 

“You little shit are you purposely running away from me?” He continued his yelling to no avail, everytime he caught up only to be left in the dust by his giggling boy. 

“Come back here C/N, you want to fight little man?!” It had been at least five minutes by now, being held back by the heavy cart he didn't want to leave behind. Turning the corner to see his son belining to the other side, giggling fit heard loud and clear from the devilish child. 

“You're killing me kid.” Sanzu groaned, arms using the shelf beside him as support. Old age catching up to him, having not as much stamina as when he was a teen.  

“Haru? Why are you sweating?” Your voice perked, rounding the corner with your son's face nuzzled in your arms, hiding the toothy smirk that lingered on the boy's face. Bag of chips hanging from the boy's arm. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it” 

“I question that every day. I just have the worst writer’s block right now.” For the first time in a long time, Akashi had gotten a day off from basketball- which meant that you two had planned to spend some long overdue quality time together. But even though basketball paused for a day, school work didn’t.

“It’s just a close reading! She said. Won’t be much work- hah,” you mutter under your breath as you lift your head to read your 3rd page of writing. “Oh my God this is so bad...In what world is 5 pages not much work!”

You feel a soft scratch at your scalp running down your head till a warmth presses up against your neck, supporting your head. “You’re going to break your head sitting like that, you know.”

You look backwards, letting a mischievous smile cross your lips. “Maybe my neck won’t break if I can place my head on your lap.”

The smile is reciprocated as Akashi places his laptop on the side table next to him. “Here’s a better idea. Sit up,” he holds your shoulder and helps prop you up, your legs still up on the couch. “Let’s read through your paper together, I’ll see if I can help you.” You’re ready to whine in protest, but he responds to your complaint before it can even come out of your mouth. “Come here,” he grabs your waist and tugs you into the space between his legs, which were now also up on the couch. You gasp at first, but after realizing how he wanted to be situated, you dig your feet into the couch to push yourself back and further rest against his torso, his longer legs on either side of yours, your laptop readjusted to sit squarely on your thighs. Akashi’s back is supported by the arm of the couch, his head resting over your shoulder, his arms woven underneath yours and ready to use your laptop.

Maybe this was slightly better than laying your head in his lap.

Knowing it’ll take him at least a few minutes to read through your content, you opt to throw your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes. With the light of golden hour still warming the darkness behind your closed lids, you let yourself sink into the sound of Akashi’s soft and hushed breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest applying the slightest of pressure to your back. It was a nice temporary relief from the overdrive of working on your paper. As the subtle smell of cardamom and cinnamon wafts into your nose, you realize Akashi’s wearing your favorite cologne of his. A small smile falls over your lips.

“I think the direction you’re going in is fine.” You can feel Akashi nod his head as he types away on your laptop, adjusting the grammar in your last few sentences.

“Just fine? Is there a better option?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that. It’s good.”

“Are you just trying to be nice?”

“I’m not exactly known for being nice, my love.” You feel his chuckle against your back. “If I didn’t think it was a successful paper so far, I’d let you know.”

“Mm,” you feel your shoulders relax just a bit as Akashi’s words comfort you. “Well, time to get back to work.” You sigh once again as you wiggle forward, ready to sit and think hard on what to write next.

“Ah, I’d reconsider that decision.” You feel one of Akashi’s hands press on you belly, keeping you in place, while the other gently shut your laptop closed.

“What are you-”

“Shhh,” he grabs your laptop and twists to place it on top of his own on the side table. “I, I’d like for you to stay close to me for a bit,” his words are soft, a bit shy, as his hand on your waist tightens its grip slightly.

Akashi was never desperate or needy- at the very least, he never showed it. But hearing him express his desire to be close to you always made your heart flutter. This was exactly what you wanted, too.

“I’d like that,” you say. As Akashi relaxes into the couch and wraps his arms around your waist entirely, he pulls you against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His arm strokes at your sides slowly, his nose pressing deeper against your skin.

“La Belle? For me?” He asks tauntingly, well aware of the perfume you’d sprayed yourself with prior to giving him a visit. It was his recurring gift to you, and also his favorite perfume of yours. “Just like how your cologne is for me?” You roll over so your stomach is pressed to his abdomen, your eyes directly level with his gem-like ones. Your hands press into his toned chest to keep you propped up, while hiis hands rest on your lower back, tracing shapes playfully.

“You can smell it? From so far?” He stares into your eyes, baiting you.

It wasn’t subtle by any means, but you had no problem following through.

“Mm, maybe I’ll be able to smell it better if I get closer...” grabbing at the arm of the chair with your left hand and at Akashi’s shoulder with your right, you pull yourself up so your nose grazes the spot behind his jaw and below his ear. Pressing your nose against him like he had to you before, the scent of warm spices hits you. You hear him gasp, sucking in air abruptly, and you can’t help but smile. Dragging your nose against his neck, you slowly inch down to his pulse point. “Ah, I love this cologne so much, Sei.”

When you hear his breath hitch and feel his grasp on your hips tighten, you know that you’ve won the teasing game.

When you and Akashi first got into the relationship, you were almost certain he wasn’t the type to enjoy physical touch. And for a long time, the way he acted confirmed that fact. He limited his contact to hands on the shoulder, or linking arms at formal events. On rare occasions, he’d guide you by placing a hand on the small of your back. And if you were lucky (and he was excessively tired), he’d give you a dazed kiss on the temple. That all changed after you were formally introduced to his father.

You came to the dinner dressed like an angel - it was the first thing that took Akashi by surprise. You had a conservative white dress/outfit that also did good work to highlight how elegant you were. But the way the dinner went was even better.

His father (to Akashi’s and every servant’s surprise) took an instant liking to you [note: Akashi’s father liked little to no people]. He was amused by your stories and your genuinity. And when you talked high praise of Akashi himself, gushing over his basketball achievements and academic standing, Akashi all but tried to conceal his blush. His father was aware of all his successes already. But to hear them so fondly recalled by someone else clearly pleased the old man, who hummed in content. By the end of the dinner, when you left to collect your shoes and jacket, Akashi’s father formally granted his approval of you as a significant other.

As he drove you home that night, you were terrified of his silence. Did his father hate you? Reject you as his son’s partner? You didn’t think so, but the way Akashi was acting didn’t really aid your anxieties. Not until he walked you to your door, asked you if he could come in, and then instantly crushed you in a hug the moment the door closed behind you.

He’d gotten approval to be with you. Meaning he could date you and not worry about anything else - he didn’t have to worry about having you taken away from him and hurting you in the process. He finally could allow himself to truly get attached to you, knowing that he could love you without hesitation.

“I don’t mean to be forward, but, can I kiss you?” He had asked, his hands cupping your face with anticipation. When you said yes, you weren’t ready for him to latch his lips onto yours and back you against the wall, caressing your cheek with every ounce of love he had to offer. He pried off his suit jacket and told you to go change into pyjamas, and he held you for an hour, napping with you laying on top of him, just enjoying the time as close to you as possible. That was the first night he told you he loved you.

Fast forward many months, you are now at the end of your first year in college, back to this moment on the couch in the Akashi residence. You know that, while he will still opt for small touches in public and that he was never an advocate of PDA, he’d take any moment alone to completely drown you in physical affection. Moments where he didn’t have to put on a facade, and where he could be his true authentic self to the core with you, he would.

“Forgive me if I sound vulgar, but I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he whispers into your ear as you nuzzle into him, playfully placing a small kiss on his neck where no potential onlooker would have been able to tell that you’d shared such an exchange.

“Then why don’t you?” You ask, pulling back from his body and looking up into his eyes.

“Because there are servants around.” His eyes shimmer with an innocent want.

“Then why did you tell me that you wanna kiss me?”

“I just thought you should know.”

You swear, if you’d told any of his teammates-especially the Generation of Miracles- how gentle he was, no one would believe you for a second.

“You know they’re your servants, not mine, right?” You ask.

“Yes, why?”

“Because I have no appearances to maintain in front of them.”

“And so-?”

“-I can do this,” You say before lunging forward, tackling him in a proper kiss. His eyes shoot open. He scans the room, checking to see if any of his servants had come by (even though he messaged them prior to keep their distance unless called), and once reassured, he closes his eyes and leans into you, cradling your head as he kisses you slowly.

As you pull away, you watch an uncontrolled smile crossing his lips. The sun now set, the moon shining brightly, the golden light that had illuminated his face had switched to a softer glow, a blue glaze flooding the room with peace.

“You’re my everything,” he says, eyes glimmering with so much love.

You smile back, all your school stress faded, and press your forehead to his. “And as are you, for me.”

A/N: Man this is the first thing I've written fanfic wise in college.

- I made them in college cuz I was unsure of what age you wanted anon I'm sorry

- there's no real plot ig. It's odd to write like that. But it was comforting so no one can stop me

- i donut mind requests! I love them actually. But pls do check my rules ^.^