hoplessly in love with akashi seijūrō

You did make it on time sweetie! I’m sorry this is two days late (especially since it sounds like you had a stressful day on Valentine’s) but hopefully you can still enjoy this!

Not usually one to get his feathers in a ruffle, Akaashi’s face betrays his wary irritation. Not only has he managed to miss Valentine’s day with you, but it was now two days past and he’d yet to even talk to you!

Granted, both of you had been busy and he’s so thankful you aren’t the type to lay all the blame on his shoulders. Now, despite the exhaustion he feels at the end of a long day filled with school and practice, he’s hurrying to your house as fast as his legs will carry his sore body. 

Before he can even knock, the door to your house is open and you’re flying into his arms; you must have been watching for him from the window. A soft smile plays across his lips as he inhales through his nose, breathing in your scent and letting it wash over him like a soothing balm. 

“Happy belated Valentine’s day,” you say, breath teasing the small hairs of his neck. 

He hums appreciation of your affection, pecking soft kisses to your cheek. 

“I brought you something,” he announces. “But I’ll have to let you go to get it.” You shake your head, increasing the firmness of your hold and he chuckles. “I promise you’ll be back in my arms in no time, but I’d really like to give it to you.” 

Sighing, you pull away to give him room to reach into his bag. As he withdraws the gift, your eyes widen; it’s the biggest chocolate box you’ve ever seen. 

“One upside to being late for Valentine’s day,” Akaashi says with a coy smile, “is that all the holiday specific chocolate is on sale. So I figured, what the heck, go big or go home right?” 

Your laughter makes his heart sing. “Let’s watch a movie and gorge ourselves on half priced chocolate,” you encourage, pulling on his hand. 

He smiles wider, following you to the den where you proceed to flip on Netflix as he settles on the couch. Nestling between his legs, you open the box, pick up a piece and hold it expectantly before his lips but he skirts around it to kiss you instead. 

“Couldn’t wait to have the sweetest piece,” he whispers and you giggle. 

I didn’t use the phrase exactly but the sentiment is there. I hope you enjoy! - Admin Jade

Hayama Kotaro

Kotaro could not sit still. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, twisting his hands together, then running them through his hair, he’d never felt so impatient in his life. His eyes continually flicked to the clock, counting down the seconds until the train would pull into the station carrying his love back to him. Summer had dragged without her by his side but he knew she’d been wanting to visit her family for a long time and he simply could not go with her, not with training camps to go to. So he’d seen her off, waving frantically until he could no longer see the last car of the train.

The blast of a horn alerted him to the impending arrival of the object his eyes burned to see. Slowing down, it crawled to a stop, multiple doors opening to allow throngs of people onto the platform. Despite his height, Kotaro had to stand on tiptoes to see over the mass of humanity swirling around him and couldn’t keep a pulse of panic from his chest.

Had he somehow missed her?

Then, his name rang out over the din of voices.

Whirling around, he saw her, face beaming and standing tears in her eyes, pushing her way towards him.

Without care or concern of those around him, he shoved bodies aside, gathering her into his embrace and planting kisses along her cheek to her lips where he lingered momentarily before continuing to the other side of her face, all the while murmuring how much he missed her.

“You’ve been gone so long, I’m so glad you’re finally back,” he whispered against the nape of her neck.

She sighed happily, trailing her fingers through his hair before clasping her hands around his neck.

“Take me home, Kotaro,” she requested softly against his ear and he grinned.

Akashi Seijuro

Are you sure you can’t make it?

She can practically hear the sigh even through text messaging.

I’m sorry, _____, I tried, I really did but I just can’t leave now.

And now it’s her turn to sigh, because of course it couldn’t be a simple trip. Of course Akashi would be drawn into longer, deeper, more complicated meetings. His influence, strong as it is, is not as absolute as he likes to believe, evidenced by the fact that what should have been a week long business trip has been drawn to a two week and now seemingly a third.

Just how long did it take to talk?

She sighs again, tempted to throw her phone but breaking it would do no good and then she’d not be able to reach him at all. If only she’d gone with him.

What are you doing?

The message catches her off guard. She wasn’t expecting their conversation to continue, much less contain mundane details of her day if he’s so busy. But she decides to not look a gift horse in the mouth, shooting back a reply.

I’m at the penthouse, looking over the city. It’s nice right now, quiet before the real rush of the night crowd gets started.

We’ll go some place nice when I get back.

She smiles despite her frustration, trying to remind herself that everything she has, every whim and want and need he gives has to have resources to fund them. Resources provided by him being a good - no, a great business man - and she should be thankful. But she’d rather just have him.

You’ve been gone so long, Sei, I wish you were here.

Then turn around.

Her brow furrows, confusion overtaking her features as she tentatively glances over her shoulder, only to drop her phone to the tiled ground Akashi’s grinning - and very smug face - comes into view. Momentarily paralyzed by shock she doesn’t move at first.

“Well,” he drawls, opening his arms, “aren’t you going to welcome me home properly?”

An unexpected squeal drops from her lips and then she’s flying forward, launching into his embrace. He chuckles, a deep, warm, welcome sound, clutching her tightly to himself.

“You’re a brat,” she huffs into his neck and he laughs louder. Pulling away to look at him, tear trails on her cheeks she nevertheless smiles. “You’re a brat, but I love you anyway.”

I just melt for soft Akashi, he’s so…intense but I love the idea of him sweet and romantic. - Admin Jade

You’d been practically vibrating with excitement all day. It was Valentine’s Day, normally an unwelcome and overly commercialized holiday you tended to either mock or avoid. Of course, that was all a ruse, a defense mechanism to protect you from years of being alone or disappointed from past lovers who either failed to remember or failed in their efforts.

But this year would be different. This year you were with Akashi Seijuro.

You just knew he’d come up with something amazing and romantic. He’d been dropping miniscule hints throughout the day via text message but you were still completely in the dark of his master plan. He’d assured you all would be handled by him - or his staff where necessary - and you’d enjoy yourself.

You had no doubts.

Stepping out on the stoop of your apartment, you smiled at his driver waiting beside the car. “The master awaits you at your final destination. He,” here he took out from his pocket a blindfold, “requested your acquiesce to my putting this on you and guiding you. Are you comfortable with that?”

A thrill of anticipation rolled through your chest, fingers clutching the cloth of your jacket a bit tighter but you nodded, turning around so he could fix it about your eyes. “If you would take my hand, I’ll help you into the car.”

You nodded again, doing as requested and when the door was shut you let out a long breath, unaware you’d even been holding it.

It was odd being a vehicle with no ability to see, the sway of the suspencion more noticeable giving you pause to consider you never realized how much one relied on visual cues while driving. Finally you felt the car come to a stop and the engine shift off. The door opening made you start slightly but you took a calming breath and waited for further instruction.

You were unprepared for Akashi’s voice near your ear. “Thank you for indulging my whims,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I did want this to be a surprise.” You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you where he would.

“There are steps,” he advised looping your arm through his own. “Ready?”

At your nod, the two of you made way up the stairs. You felt the air pressure change alerting you to being indoors, but there was no real noise, no murmur of voices so you didn’t think you were in a public area. Maybe the back door to a hotel? But that didn’t make sense. Akashi had no reason to hide, never would in fact, and it was unlikely he’d take you to hotel anyway. You hadn’t even discussed being together in that capacity yet, still feeling out the relationship and each other.

“Ok, stand here and wait,” he ordered, voice soft. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say.” You did so and he removed the barrier of your vision. You felt him shift, take both your hands in his and then he gave permission to open your eyes.

When you did so a soft gasp pulled from your lips. You were in a room at his mansion seemingly filled with hundreds and hundreds of candles. It was only when you looked a little closer that you realized the illusion was caused by mirrors. Turning your head you caught sight of roses - of which you were sure there were at least one hundred - settled upon every surface of the room save the small round table upon which lay a prepared meal of sushi and sake next to a small red box of chocolates from your favorite confectioner on a crisp, white tablecloth.

Soft music played from his record player, an indulgence he’d procured for himself earlier in the year. Gently, he guided you into his arms, pressing his cheek against your own and swayed in time to the music, guiding you in a small circle. You closed your eyes, breathing in his spicy scent and let it out in a long, low puff of air.

Nijimura flinched as you squealed beside him, jumping in your seat with excitement as you stared at the screen of your phone. He glanced over, noticing the CG pictures of characters he didn’t even recognize filling your screen. Earlier that day, you’d told him that your favorite game had come out with a Valentine’s Day DLC and it had been what you were playing since he’d met you at your house.

Flipping the channel on your televesion, he tried to turn the volume up a notch or two to see if you would notice. His goal was to get you bothered enough to look away from your phone. When you only shifted to blindly grab at your earphones, putting them into the audio port on your phone and shutting yourself out to the world, he knew he had failed.

A pout, one that border lined annoyance, took over his face as he fixed his gaze back to the television. At this rate, both of you would be late to the movie date you’d set up days ago.

A few minutes later and Nijimura found himself distracted by one of his own favorite movies being played. He shifted in his seat, body leaning forward as he paid more attention to it than he did to you. After a while, he didn’t even notice when you’d set your phone down and turned the screen off.

“Is this your favorite movie?” he heard you ask from beside him. Without looking your direction, he grunted in affirmation and nodded his head; a minimalist answer. “And that’s your favorite character?” Once again, a grunt and a nod. His short answers had you pouting, wondering if he was finding more interest in the movie than he did you. Lip jutting out, you asked, “You like me more than you like them, right?”

Nijimura looked at you, a bit of surprise on his face. Then his brows furrowed. “Don’t be stupid,” he said, flicking at your forehead. “Of course I do. Now grab your phone so we can go out already.”

“But it’s not charged anymore.”

I love soft to sexy! - Admin Jade

It had been a lazy day, a rarity in the Akashi household and one she planned to take full advantage of. Snuggled in Seijuro’s arms, hazing in and out of full consciousness, a contented sigh left her lips, her breath ghosting over the small hairs of his hand stirring him slightly.

“Comfortable?”

She hummed agreement, pushing back further into him and he tightened the hold about her waist. A delicate kiss, feather soft, whispered against the side of her neck and she angled her head to give him more access. Akashi smiled softly and obliged, pressing another, longer than the first. She shifted, another sigh emitting but this one laced with something…hungrier.

“Feeling restless?” he teased continuing to kiss where he could reach, his left hand beginning to rub up and down her outer thigh.

She hummed again, too tired or lost in the pleasure of his touch to bother formulating proper speech, pressing her ass against his now wakening erection.

“Let’s see if I can be of assistance,” he offered. Propping up on his elbow to gain a better vantage, he leaned over her, placing open mouth kisses upon her neck, sucking the tender sensitive flesh sending a plume of heat rushing over her body.

“Sei,” she gasped, arching into the palm he’d moved to cup her breast over her shirt. He gave it a squeeze, firm but not rough, never stopping the motion of his lips, adding tongue for good measure. When he pinched her nipple her mouth fell open on a gasp.

Akashi trailed down her torso, pushing past the line of her shorts and underwear. He hummed deep against her skin, fingers teasing the very top of her sex. “So wet for me already, you’d think I wasn’t giving you proper attention.” She groaned, rocking her hips forward to seek more friction. “So needy, so wanting.” He rolled to his back, easily drawing her to lay on top. Parting his legs and shifting her hips, he returned his right hand down below her waistline, slicking his fingers with the essence of her arousal while his left trailed under her t-shirt, palming her unobstructed breast all while he sucked and nipped at her neck.

“Seijuro….please…”

She sounded pathetic in her own ears but couldn’t be concerned to care. Akashi lifted his hips, pressed his erection to the swell of her ass and then pushed in two fingers to her waiting heat.

His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.

He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.

He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.

Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.

You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent.

People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.

The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  

Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! - Admin Jade

“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”

If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.

“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.

Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”

“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”

They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”

“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.

“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?”“Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”

Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.

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