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In which you love Akaashi very much. Very much...

Hanahaki disease, both love eachother but are too shy to say anything, kinda sad, and cherry blossoms || This fic was HEAVILY inspired by her @akaashiit—a very talented and sweet person<33

Akaashi never meant to let anyone see the diary.

It was a habit from his student days—keeping things close, organized, private. The leather cover was worn at the edges, pages softened by years of being opened and closed during commutes and late nights. Inside were schedules, clipped articles, a pressed cherry blossom sealed carefully between two pages.

One afternoon, as he flipped through it during a break, a coworker leaned over.

“Hey, Akaashi-san,” he said lightly. “That flower—do you always keep it there?”

Akaashi paused.

His fingers hovered over the page longer than necessary before he closed the diary. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, quietly, “…Yes.”

There was something in his voice—measured, restrained, but fragile enough that the coworker didn’t push. Still, Akaashi surprised even himself when he added,

“It belongs to someone I love.” not loved—love.

He met you before he knew what love was.

You lived two houses down, a loud, cheerful presence in a world that Akaashi had always experienced as muted and careful. Where he hesitated, you moved forward. Where he overthought, you laughed it off.

As children, you dragged him outside when he’d rather stay in with a book, you held his hand crossing the street, chattering about nothing and everything, you called him by his first name without hesitation, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Akaashi remembers thinking—she’s warm...and cute. Not just physically, emotionally. Like sunlight filtering through leaves.

In middle school, when he started volleyball, you were there. Sitting on the bleachers with homework spread out, cheering too loudly, clapping at the wrong moments—he never asked you to come—you never asked if it was okay.

You just did.

By high school, it felt inevitable that you’d become Fukurodani’s manager. You fit too well. Encouraging Bokuto, teasing the team, remembering everyone’s preferences. And Akaashi—Akaashi trusted you without realizing when it happened.

You brought him drinks when he forgot—smiled at him in that easy, familiar way that made his chest feel tight for reasons he never examined too closely.

You dropped hints. Soft and careful ones.

“You’d make a great husband someday, you know?”

“I think cherry blossoms suit you...both of you are pretty”

“Whoever you end up with is going to be really lucky.”

Akaashi heard them. He just…translated them wrong.

He told himself you were kind to everyone, that you were naturally affectionate, that assuming otherwise would be arrogant and dangerous. He overthought every word until it lost its shape.

And you—patient you—never corrected him.

Akaashi noticed you’d started carrying lozenges in your pocket, always offering them to others before taking one yourself.

He didn’t know about the illness.

Sometimes, after laughing too hard, you’d turn away under the excuse of fixing equipment, shoulders tense just a second longer than necessary.

There were mornings you showed up pale but smiling, insisting you were fine when Bokuto asked, waving it off like it was nothing important.

You grew used to stepping out of the gym for “fresh air,” counting your breaths until the tightness in your chest eased.

Once, Akaashi asked if you were sick. You smiled, bright and practiced, and said, “Just allergies.” Cherry blossom season had just started, after all.

He didn’t question why you avoided the nurse, or why your laughter sometimes ended in a quiet, swallowed cough.

Looking back, Akaashi realizes how often you chose to be alone right after choosing to be kind.

But there were days you looked impossibly happy, eyes bright, voice light—and Akaashi never realized that joy could hurt just as much as sorrow. you seemed lighter than usual, almost glowing, and Akaashi mistook it for confidence instead of devotion.

Sometimes, loving him felt so full, so overwhelming, that your chest ached with it, like your heart didn’t know where to put all that feeling, but still it felt right.

You used to be happy—because you love him so much that you were coughing petals in the devotion you have for him—even the universe couldn't deny that love you have for him is the purest and deepest.

On those days, you laughed the most. And later, alone, you coughed petals into your hand and wondered how something so painful could still feel so gentle.

Cherry blossom season suited you too well, Akaashi thought it was because you loved spring. He never considered that spring loved you back in its own cruel way.

You’d smile afterward—always afterward—like happiness was something you could choose to keep, even when it left traces behind.

He didn’t know that sometimes, the reason you looked so happy was because loving him—even silently—still made you feel alive.

Only later did he understand, the petals didn’t come from despair alone, but from love that had nowhere to go, from the love you have for him from the start.

By the time you stopped coming around as often, Akaashi told himself it was adulthood. Different paths, life.

Then came the phone call.

Then the funeral.

Then the letter.

Akaashi has read it more times than he can count.

Your handwriting was familiar.

You wrote about childhood, about high school, about how loving him had never felt like a burden, even when it hurt. You didn’t blame him. Not once.

You apologized—for not being brave enough to tell him outright.

You thanked him—for every quiet kindness he never realized mattered so much.

I was happy, Keiji. Genuinely, being beside you as your friend, our team's manager, the person who knew when to tease you and when to leave you alone—that was enough to make my life feel full.

If I had another chance, I’d still choose you. I’d still call you Akaashiit without thinking and watch you sigh like you always did. Someday, I hope you marry someone beautiful. Someone who understands your silences, who notices when you’re tired before you say it, who reminds you to rest and laughs with you on the easy days. I hope your life with them is warm and a little messy and full of happiness and dreams. There’s one small thing I want to ask—cherry blossoms fall quickly. They’re fragile, and they never stay as long as you want them to. But they’re beautiful anyway. If you can, please keep one with you. Not as something sad—just as proof that something gentle existed between us, even if it didn’t last forever, and hopefully you will preach about my tales to your children too, if you don't I will haunt you!

Years later, Akaashi still keeps the flower. The flower from the same tree, that grows from the ground were you're resting—waiting for him.

It's pressed, fragile. A reminder not of tragedy—but of a love that existed quietly, sincerely, without demands.

Sometimes, when he opens the diary, he thinks of your laugh echoing across the gym, of small hands tugging his sleeve as a child, of the way you believed in him before he learned how to believe in himself.

The memories are warm.

The ending is not—because maybe, maybe if his was honest about his feelings, then perhaps you would have been here with him, being his wife.

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This is pretty basic so I’m not gonna give the instructions

W - Wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys

O - Orbit by Good kid. (Or ocean eyes by Billie Eillish)

L - Lover girl by Laufey

F - From The Start by Laufey

E - Eventually by Tame Impala

Y - You by Tame Impala

E - everything I wanted

D - DRACULA BY TAME IMPALA (LOVE THIS SONG SMMMM)

W - Witches by Good kid

I - idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eillish

T - The 30th by Billie Eillish

C - Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Ray

H - Heather by Conan Gray

H - Hollow by Stray Kids

r ~ riptide - Vance joy

o ~ ordinary Alex warner

z ~ Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

e ~ everything is romantic - orchestra club

l ~ let the world burn - chris grey

a ~ arcade - decane laurence

t ~ teeth - 5 seconds of summer

t ~ the great war - Taylor swift

e ~ eyes don't lie - Isabel Larosa

z ~ Zombie - The Cranberries

z ~ Zero - The Smashing Pumpkins

S ➻ Superclassico, ernia

E ➻ End of beginning, djo

L ➻ La cura per me, giorgia

E ➻ Earthquake, jisoo

N ➻ Never ending song, conan gray

E ➻ È festa, olly

W ➻ What's my name, descendants

O ➻ Overdrive, conan gray

W ➻ What is love?, twice

W ➻ Winter falls, stray kids

W ➻ Wish you were sober, conan gray

E - Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

U - Uh-Oh by i-dle

G - Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

E - Еверест by Okean Elzy (a bit of Ukrainian music because it's perfect)

N - Не ходи ти тут, не ходи by Vivienne Mort

I - I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier

I - Into the Unknown by AURORA

A - Антибіотики by O.Torvald

S - Sisters by Radical Face

E - erase me by Lizzy McAlpine

L - listen to this when you're down <3 by Yung kai

M - Mimi's Delivery Service by Good Kid

A - Anthems For a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene

R - Reach by Madds Buckley

I - i need you more - Josiah Queen

L - Lost by fin

L - Lady of the Lyre by Vinny Marchi

I - IDK You Yet by Alexander 23

A - Afraid of the Quiet by Lydia the Bard

N - Never My Time by Halfy & Winks

I'm actually kinda nervous to do this coz ya'll music taste is so unique and amazing and well you'll see how basic mine is 💔

N - No lie by Dua Lipa

O - Obsessed Olivia Rodrigo

B - Baby by Justin Beiber

O - OMG by NewJeans

D - Deja vú by Olivia Rodrigo

Y - Young and Beautiful Lana Del Rey

Idk any songs with 1, 2 or 3 💔

Tags (no pressure): @akaashiit @barelyalivesstuff @bronbrons2 @reikodashi @shoyosun @whenandfromanotherworld

W- Who Knows by Daniel Caesar

H- Hoax by Taylor Swift

E- Evil by Melanie Martinez

N- Not the Only One by Not for Radio

A- All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar ft SZA

N- Nervous by the Neighbourhood

D- Die on This Hill by Sienna Spiro

F- Female Robbery by The Neighbourhood

R- Reflections by The Neighbourhood

O- Old Friend by Mitski

M- My Everything by Ariana Grande

A- Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

N- Nervous by The Neighbourhood

O- Older by Sasha Alex Sloan

T- The Black Dog by Taylor Swift

H- Homiesexual by Daniel Caesar

E- Easy Love by Lauv

R- Roslyn by Bon Iver

W- We hug now by Sydney Rose

O- One More Night by Maroon 5

R- Run by LANY

L- Like you lots by LANY

D- double by Blackbear

phew. that was actually more difficult than I expected… Anyways!

s - stay a little longer by ROSÉ

h - Hampstead by Ariana Grande

o - Oscar Winning Tears. by RAYE

y - You Stole The Show by SIENNA SPIRO

o - Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith

s - Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

u - uNa DiReZioNe giUsTa by thasup ft. Neffa

n - No Surprises by Radiohead

A - afraid by the neighbourhood

K - kingston by faye webster

A - annie by wave to earth

A - apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

S - starboy by the weeknd

H - hotel by montell fish

I - i like it by stray kids

I - i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

T - tough luck by laufey

W- wagon wheel, Darius Rucker

A- according to you, orianthi

N- nobody to love, sarah Hester Ross

D- dancing in the moonlight, king harvest

E- enter sandman, Metallica

R- river, bishop Briggs

L- lose control, Teddy swims

E- everything you want, vertical horizon

S- sail, awol nation

S- sex and candy, small town titans

M- monster, skillet

U- unstoppable, charm city devils

S- shut up and dance, walk the moon

I- imagination, spyair

N- never enough, five finger death punch

G- gives you hell, the all american rejects

S- sound of silence, disturbed

A- anchor- novo amor

P-Pompeii-bastille

P-poison and wine- the civil wars

L- Let you down- NF

E-end if the beginning- Djo

P-Perfect- one direction

I- i would- one direction

Y- You, Don Toliver

O- Overdose, Ciara

O- Oh my angel, Bertha Tillman

M- Maula Mere Maula, Roop Kumar Rathod

S- Sienna, The Marias

P- P.Y.T, Michael Jackson

O- On my mind, Ellie Goulding

S- She wolf, Shakira

T- TBH, PARTYNEXTDOOR

Summary: Nothing just Nishinoya falling for you and your colourguard skills.

Warnings: fluff, f!reader, reader is a colourguard, downbad!Noya and lots of fluff.

Characters: Nishinoya Yū.

A/N: Thank you for the request dear \^^/.

Nishinoya first notices you because something nearly smacks Tanaka in the head.

It’s during after-school hours, the gym half-occupied by the volleyball team and half echoing with unfamiliar music drifting in from outside. Nishinoya’s mid-stretch when there’s a whip of fabric through the air followed by Tanaka yelping and ducking on instinct.

“What the hell was that?!” Tanaka shouts.

Nishinoya’s eyes light up immediately.

Outside, on the practice field near the gym, a group of students is running drills—colourguard, someone explains distantly. Nishinoya doesn’t hear the explanation, though, because his full attention locks onto you.

You’re holding a flag almost as tall as you are, grip firm, posture perfect. You spin it once, twice, release—

—and catch it cleanly behind your back without even looking.

Nishinoya feels something click in his soul.

“DAICHI-SAN,” he gasps dramatically, grabbing the captain’s sleeve. “DID YOU SEE THAT!?”

Daichi sighs. “I’m begging you not to sprint out there.”

Too late.

Nishinoya jogs over the boundary line with the energy of a golden retriever who’s just seen a tennis ball. He stops a respectful distance away—barely.

“That was AWESOME,” he blurts. “You didn’t even look when you caught it!”

You blink, then laugh a little, sweat on your brow but eyes bright. “Uh, thanks? You’re from the volleyball team, right?”

“LIBERO,” he corrects instantly, pointing to himself. “Nishinoya Yū! Catching things is kind of my thing.”

That earns him a grin.

From that point on, it’s kind of over for him.

Nishinoya starts “accidentally” timing his cool-down laps so he can watch colourguard practice. You notice immediately. You also notice how he mimics your movements sometimes—tossing a volleyball higher than necessary, practicing reflex saves with almost theatrical flair.

One day, you wander closer to the gym doors while the team’s doing receive drills.

“Can I try?” you ask, nodding at the ball.

Tanaka snorts. “You sure you—”

Nishinoya tosses the ball to you without hesitation.

You adjust your stance instinctively, knees bent, arms out—

—and receive it cleanly.

The gym goes quiet.

Nishinoya stares at you like he’s witnessing a miracle.“YOU’RE INSANE.”

You shrug, a little bashful. “Flags are heavier than they look. If you mistime a catch, it hurts. A lot.”

That explanation alone makes Nishinoya respect you on a spiritual level.

From then on, you’re a thing. Not officially—just…always together. You watch matches. He watches performances. You both complain about sore shoulders and bruises like they’re badges of honor.

Nishinoya loves how you get it.

You get the adrenaline. The tunnel vision before a big moment. The way your body moves before your brain catches up. When he dives for impossible saves, you don’t gasp in fear—you grin, eyes sharp, knowing exactly how calculated it is.

And Nishinoya? He thinks you’re the coolest person he’s ever met.

Which is why, when he finally realizes he likes you, he panics hard.

He paces the gym one evening, ranting to Asahi.

“She catches things that are FLYING,” he says, hands flailing. “Like, spinning, unpredictable things! What if I confess and she thinks I’m boring?!”

Asahi blinks. “You…dive headfirst into the floor.”

“YEAH BUT WHAT IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH.”

The confession happens by accident.

You’re both exhausted, sitting on the gym steps after a long day—your flag resting beside you, his jersey draped over his shoulders. The sun’s low, everything quiet in that golden, end-of-day way.

“I like watching you play,” you say casually. “You’re really…sincere.”

Nishinoya freezes.

“…I like you,” he blurts, volume at a solid 8/10 despite meaning to whisper. “SORRY—I MEAN—I didn’t mean to just—BUT I REALLY DO—”

You laugh, warm and soft, and reach out to tap his knee. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

He short-circuits completely.

Dating Nishinoya is loud, affectionate chaos. He cheers the loudest at your performances, even when he doesn’t fully understand the routine. He brags about you to anyone who will listen.

“My girlfriend spins a flag while dancing and catching it,” he says proudly. “That’s like libero skills PLUS style.”

You help tape his wrists before matches. He helps ice your shoulders after long practices. You both understand the discipline behind the energy, the hours of repetition behind the flash.

And sometimes—when you toss your flag impossibly high and catch it perfectly—you swear Nishinoya looks at you the same way he looks at a miracle save.

Like he can’t believe he gets to be there to see it.

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