#fukuroukashi

It's been a week and I miss Haikyuu. 🥺❤

. 遊児 . 

“Y’know what we should do?” Yuuji asks from where he’s laying next to Akaashi, his legs propped up against the back of the couch, head dangling over the edge of the seat while he stared at the room upside down. There’s a soft hum next to him, followed by a shuffle as his roommate moves to reach over to his tea, movements careful as to not spill the beverage. Yuuji takes the hum as an invitation to continue speaking his thoughts out loud.

“We should practice kissing.”

In the corner of his eye he could see Akaashi jolt, bending forward while also bringing his knees up briefly. There was a choking sound followed by a cough. The tea was spilled. Yuuji hopes the book didn’t get damaged by the drink. 

“W-what?” there’s a crack to the otherwise composed voice of his roommate. Yuuji throws his feet over his head, rolling off the couch backwards. Before his shin could smack against the corner of the table, Akaashi had reached over to pull the table aside, as well as putting away his book and mug, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Yuuji’s knees hit the floor with a thud. Arms crossed onto the seat, he leaned his cheek against them, looking up at Keiji and his reddened cheeks from his near death experience.

He was so damn cute. It made his heart flutter. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly as he grinned wide, propping himself up more to lean on his elbows as he repeats his grandious idea: We should practice kissing.

“Why?” 

“Why not? We’re pretending to date and couples kiss, right?”

It made perfect sense in his mind. What if there would be a situation where they needed to kiss? It would make for an awkward moment if they weren’t prepared for that! At the incredulous look he got, he went on explaining his reasoning, all the while slowly climbing back up onto the couch, approaching Akaashi while he did so. 

Nearly spoonfeeding the other hypothetical scenarios where they would need to kiss, to make their relationship more believable. In all honesty, it was ridiculous, and it probably didn’t sound as convincing as he’d like to. 

His heart skipped a beat when Akaashi quickly glanced down to his lips. Oho. 

Hook. 

Seems like the got his attention exactly where he wanted it to be. Yuuji’s lips curl into a smug smile, and he almost purrs. 

“What do you think~?”

“...Alright.”

Now, if that was a genuine acceptance of his amazing speech, or if he just had managed to talk Akaashi dizzy and in order for Yuuji to shut up, he agreet to the whole thing, is another topic all on its own. 

Yuuji sits on his knees, hands on Akaashi’s thigh, head tilted slightly to the left as he waits a moment, giving Akaashi’s brain a chance to reboot. 

“You can say no,” he assures his roommate. Even if the idea in his humble opinion is nothing short of stellar, and he himself is a genius™, he wasn’t a douche. If it made Akaashi uncomfortable, then he’d back off. 

What he could see, there were no implication him being uncomfortable. It was more like he was nervous --- or perhaps he was just seeing things he wanted to see. Yuuji still leaned closer, slowly, allowing for the other to push him away if he chose to. 

It’s a soft and light touch of lips against the corner of Akaashi’s mouth. 

Line.

Yuuji could feel him jump at the touch, so he backed away slightly. The reaction got him blushing, more so than his roommate whose cheeks were dusted with red as well. It was cute. Terushima chuckled, hiding his nerves the best he could. “See, ‘twasn’t so bad?”  

He could see a small smile try push its way onto Akaashi’s lips. Yuuji leaned over again, stopping just shy from their lips touching. He could feel and hear the shuddering sigh of his roommate, his eyes fluttering shut. Yuuji closed his own, and soon he could feel lips against his. It sent a shiver through him. 

His heart speeding up and thundering in his chest. Blood rushed in his ears and muffled everything around them. All his senses were hyperfocused on the soft lips against his, in what was nothing but a chaste kiss.

          HOW MANY TIMES HAD THEY BEEN DRAGGED ALONG WITH HONEY AND BOKUTO NOW?     ---     banyan had lost count. he wasn’t even sure why he kept coming, it always ended up the same. he had to watch his best friend, and the person he confessed too, cuddle up with some other dude while he stood off to the side when akaashi. eventually, they ran off somewhere and left the two of them alone. the first time was awkward, now he was pretty used to and fond of the other’s company but... still. why did they keep inviting them if they wanted to be alone? well, today was more of the same. they had come to this big park to look at all the impressive christmas lights because honey wanted too. ( “ it’s so romantic! ” she had said. ) as always, they were long gone leaving banyan with akaashi. seeing them wasn’t a big deal, but when they couldn’t hear them anymore... that’s when they knew they really lost them.

“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?” ( pokemon au lol )

. 遊児 .

Well, that was an unexpected question. Terushima found himself at the loss of words for a second there, blinking at the other owlishly. He then chuckles, straightening up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks aside a little bashful. 

“Ah, well... I have hoped it would be more than just some friendly fun. For quite some time now, actually, but I can understand if you’re not interested in---” vaguely gestures at all of himself, “-- yeah.”

Let’s be real, he traveled a lot all around the region but also outside of it. It’s not like he had lots of time to spend being still. Public speeches, supervising, paperwork... It’s a miracle he even has time to be out on the field in general. And he hasn’t exactly been honest with Akaashi either. 

How would he be able to build a trustworthy relationship if he can’t even say what he works with, what his real job is instead of just some lame variation of a trainer who’s suspiciously busy all the time? Akaashi wasn’t stupid, Terushima knew that, so he’s pretty sure the other suspected something. (He can only hope Keiji doesn’t think he’s a drug dealer or some criminal.) He just seemed to have more tact and finesse when it came to asking questions.

Hitoka seemed to be having a hard time finding a group to eat with. (And was it just him or was she intimidated by the players surrounding her?) So, Akaashi couldn't help but walk towards her direction. "Have you eaten anything yet, Yachi-san?" ( @fukuroukashi​ )

“N-Not yet, I was a bit late coming down and now...--”

All the tables were filled and though she wanted to sit with her team, all the teams were mixed up and everyone was speaking with everyone else. Even the managers were getting involved with the players. She had wanted to sit beside Hinata given she felt closest to hi, but when she saw the group he was with, fear stopped her.

“I’m no-not too sure about where I should sit now.”

     " It's   truly   amazing   how   a   few   people   just   happen   to   have ...   such   a   grand   force   to   them ...   isn't   it ? "     Karasuno's   number   two   questions   with   a   kind - hearted   grin   tugging   at   each   corner   of   thin   lips.   at   first,   he   isn't   even   looking   at   the   brunette   he   addresses   himself   to —   no,   not   even   close.   hazel - tinted   irises   solely   focus   upon   the   energetic   duo   standing   a   few   meters   away   from   them :   an   energetic,   boisterous   owl   who   endlessly   cheers   for   one   hopeless,  devoted   baby   crow. 

     with   a   quick   shake   of   silver   locks   &   a   chuckle,   Sugawara's   attention   now   turns   to   Fukurōdani's   setter,   taking   the   opportunity   to   direct   himself   properly   to   the   other   setter.

He doesn’t really like affection. That’s the outward impression, at least. Kenma tends to duck away from hugs, and doesn’t like to let anybody grab him even when celebrating something.

But he does like affection really. When he can get it without anybody being loud or showy about it, anyway. Which is why Akaashi is a very welcome candidate. Kenma just has to feel the other’s hand brush against his own, and he accepts the suggestion.