#akshis

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PERSONALITY   :   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

ATTRACTIONS   :  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

WOULD THEY DATE THEM   :   (   yes   )   (   no   )  

FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM   :   akaashi in comparison to hikaru is the more rational one  ,  hikaru likes that they are the complete opposite personality wise and he finds comfort in knowing that when he’s bouncing off the walls that akaashi can calm him and center him  .

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM   :   akaashi is very quiet and hikaru feels like he annoys him when he starts to just ramble about the most pointless things  .  he wants akaashi to talk to him about what he loves even if he thinks it would be too boring  ,  hikaru wants akaashi to talk to him about anything and everything !

@akshis​ said:  "bokuto-san, what did you just say about the author of this book........?" indulge me cha. or allow me to indulge u....

The silence between them is palpable; only Akaashi’s question lingers, as loud as a knife run across a metal surface. Half-hiding behind a pile of books, Bokuto bravely tries to convince himself that if he pretends he didn’t hear him long enough, then the tension will break, and Akaashi will resume his reading, and things will resume like nothing happened. It doesn’t work, of course. Akaashi is merciless in his scrutiny; and Bokuto feels the pointed look of his kouhai drilling into him even as he conscienciously avoids his gaze.

Both hands rolled into a fist before his mouth, scattered notes spread over the desk in the campus’ study space, Bokuto looks like a frozen statue (with a drop of sweat pearling at his forehead). Dammit. It’s nice to study with Akaashi again after one year apart, but... truth be told, he had almost forgotten how much pressure his kouhai could put on a guy with a single, vaguely judgemental, vaguely disappointed look. “... I said...” Deep breath, Bokuto. Time to face the consequences of his stupidity - and love of big words he doesn’t even remember properly.

don’t ask tsukishima if he likes hamlet —- because . . . if you do, he’ll have to make a face. & squirm in fifteen different ways ( through the shoulders, through the distribution of his weight, through the quirk of his brow ). if you ask, then he’ll have to look to the left & to the right before pretending he’s annoyed with a heavy sigh. 

tch. he’s read hamlet. parts of it, he’s read more than once. & he’s seen about three adaptions of it ( not counting lion king for fuck’s sake) but . . . 

that doesn’t mean he wants to admit to anything. people who admit to liking hamlet are a … specific type of creature. 

to be or not to be that is the question whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune or take arms against a sea of troubles, & by opposing ? & by opposing? end them. 

tsukishima closes his eyes, closes his ears. & pretends not to hear the question. 

I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. . . 

     this month was one of those special times where akaashi came to visit,  presumably no drafts to be due,  or whatever happens at shounen jumps headquarters.   eh,  he doesn’t really get all that stuff but see what’s most important is that akaashi is here and he’s also here helping make dinner.   it’s lively,  as it’s always is.   bokuto’s definition of  ‘ helping make dinner ’ is wrapping his arms loosely around his midsection and chin resting on his shoulder with a pout,  wondering just when exactly this katsudon will be ready.   he’s a hungry boy and you can’t leave him starving!

(   soon,  is all he hears,  balancing out the patience with impatience.  )

akaashi seems to pick up on this because he pauses making the curry sauce and take the phone from the counter,  opening the youtube app.   huh,  wonder what he’s doing?   so he peaks further over his shoulder with curious,  wide eyes and watches him type a somewhat familiar name in the search bar.   “  ah,  sailor taro!  ”   his smile is wide,  being handed the phone to entertain himself for several minutes before mixing the carrots and potatoes back in the sauce.

it works quite well.   arms are pulled away from his waist to grip the phone,  however he stays hovered behind with his attention now elsewhere.

“  tsum  -  tsum showed me this song but never the video!   ... whoooooooa,  akaashi!  ”   you don’t need to turn and look to see that there are stars glittering in his eyes.   “  her muscles are huge!   hey hey,  do you think mine looks like that?   come ooooooon,  you can be honest!  ”   which means,  goad me up or i’ll be really disappointed.   dinner seems to be forgotten,  with the phone still in his fist,  he raises an arm and flexes with a shine of an expression.   “  i need your very important opinion here!   i’ve been workin’ out a lot,  ya’ know.   how else am i going to spike the ball over the net,  huuuuuh?  ”

‟         akaashi      ,         ”         although   he   valued   his   independence   from   his   brother   and   the   fact   that   they   now   look         (         somewhat         )         different      ,      he   was   getting   tired   of   constantly   needing   to   re   -   color   his   hair      .         ‟         should   i   go   back   to   my   natural   hair   color      ?         ”         would   he   even   be   able   to   go   through   with   it   if   he   decided   to   go   back   to   his   natural   hair      ?      honestly      ,      even   thinking   about   it   made   him   a   bit   uneasy      .      

for a quiet person, tsukishima knows how to be loud in his protests. rather than cause himself a headache by yelling — he knows how to reprimand with razor-blade glances. he knows how to point accusatory fingers or to evaporate on the spot. none of these things are necessarily good things — but they are still things that tsukishima knows how to do. they are still things that tsukishima puts into practice. especially with touches that come to him with a scream — - high fives & over-energetic jubilation & conscious efforts to intrude on tsukishima’s well-established boundaries.

& the thing is . . . tsukishima often feels as though he is surrounded by personalities that bellow just by being. loud environments say nothing for how he acts, reacts in the quiet settings.

where touch can be natural & subtle & maybe still devious, but tsukishima doesn’t have to think too hard about it. 

all tsukishima knows is that he’s comfortable when he sits with akaashi on akaashi’s couch. he’s comfortable when akaashi spends the hour reading his book & when tsukishima spends the hour reading his own book.

they’re both busy people. & there’s an easy intimacy that comes with being busy with another person. 

of course, tsukishima doesn’t think too hard about it. 

he doesn’t think too hard about akaashi’s shifting on his side of the couch to make himself comfortable. nor does he think too hard when akaashi props one of his legs over his lap & — honestly, tsukishima figures that akaashi wants some of his blanket. 

tsukishima turns a page in his book before dropping some of the blanket over akaashi. he returns to reading & it’s so easy for tsukishima to be gently tactile when he’s not thinking too hard. when things are quiet & honest. as he reads, his fingers drum a gentle massage against akaashi’s calf & turn the page.