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best friend satoru who shared all of his first with you.
best friend satoru who held your hand for the first time when you were kids, long before either of you really understood what friendship meant. he had just met you, but something about you made him decide—you were going to be stuck with him. so, without a word, he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world. you grinned and called him clingy, but you didn’t let go. after that, he never really stopped. even as you both got older, his fingers would always find yours—dragging you through crowded streets, squeezing your hand when he was nervous before a big mission, pulling you closer when you were upset. “my hands are made for greatness,” he’d say, smirking so smugly you wanted to punch his teeth out if it wasn’t for his next words, “but mostly, they’re made for holding yours.”
best friend satoru who gave you your first sleepover, barging into your dorm with his blanket and pillow, declaring he was staying the night because his room is too cold and suguru was adamant torturing him with his music since the walls were thin. he flopped onto your futon like he owned it, making himself at home, and spent half the night talking your ear off about anything and everything—his newest favorite sweets, some dumb prank he pulled on suguru, a technique he was trying to perfect. at some point, you must have dozed off, because when you woke up, he was curled into your side, his hair tickling your cheek, his breath warm against your shoulder. you poked his forehead to wake him, and he just mumbled something incoherent before tightening his hold on your waist. “five more minutes,” he yawned, refusing to let go. (you let him have ten.)
best friend satoru who gave you your first hug after a rough mission, his arms winding around you before you even had time to process what was happening. “you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. the weight of him was solid, grounding, as he held you like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. he smelled like bubble gum and sugar, and when you tried to tease him about it, to distract yourself from the way your fractured arm screamed for some attention— he just squeezed you tighter, pressing his chin against your shoulder. “shut up, dummy,” he mumbled, “just let me hug you for a second.”
best friend satoru who gave you your first kiss in the most satoru way possible—without warning and just to prove a point, just because you said that he looks like he’d be an awful kisser and noted how he doesn’t even go out of jujutsu tech that much for his stories about kissing girls to be true. satoru’s ears tinged with baby pink but before you could tease him about it he cupped your face and planted a wet kiss on your lips. “now you can brag that i was your first kiss!” he grinned after pulling away, his voice teasing, but the tips of his ears were a little pink. you were too stunned to speak, and he took that as his victory until you came back to your senses and jumped on him with all sorts if curses flying out of your mouth. from then on, he’d bring it up constantly—“remember when i was your first kiss? don’t lie, i know you do!”—just to get a reaction out of you. but he never did it again, and you never asked why, although your lips tingled for a while after that.
best friend satoru who made you skip class with him for the first time, dragging you out of jujutsu tech with an easy grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. “what’s more important—some boring lesson or spending time with me?” he asked, slinging an arm around your shoulders. he took you to get sweets, made you laugh until your stomach hurt, and even convinced you to run through the rain with him when the weather turned. “see?” he beamed, soaked and breathless, “way better than school.”
best friend satoru who was the first person to celebrate your birthday properly, showing up at midnight with cake, balloons, and a stupidly extravagant gift because “you’re my best friend, duh, you deserve the best!” him, suguru and shoko sang happy birthday so off-key it made your ears bleed, but nevertheless you were happy. he made the entire day about you, dragging you to all your favorite places, spoiling you rotten, and making sure you never stopped smiling. he even made you wear a ridiculous birthday hat all day, much to your embarrassment. but when you saw how happy it made him, you let him have his fun.
best friend satoru who sweared that he was not nervous when you were having sex for the first time. “i’m not nervous, silly,” he insisted, but the way he fumbled with his shirt told a different story. you giggled, unable to stop, and it only made him more flustered. “hey, don’t laugh at me!” he whined, glaring at you. it was awkward, giggly, and full of clumsy moments, but it was also somehow perfect. you both laughed through it, but it was just that: laughter and warmth, and the kind of ease that comes from years of being best friends. and even though there were moments of clumsiness—fingers slipping, positions not quite right—it was pleasurable. he took his time, making sure you were comfortable, teasing you when you’d squirm. “what’s wrong, huh? too much?” he’d ask, grinning when you playfully shoved him away. despite the teasing and the jokes, satoru was patient, making sure you were comfortable, and his usual cocky grin softened into something more genuine. between bursts of laughter, there were moments of intimacy, a quiet connection that wasn’t just about the fun but about being there with each other. his mischievous smile never quite disappeared, even as he whispered, “you know, you’re kinda perfect like this.” and while you thought it was just arousal speaking it still made you all warm and fuzzy inside. when it was over, you were both out of breath and a little tangled up, but you couldn’t stop smiling, feeling the joy and warmth of the moment. satoru pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you both tried to catch your breath, and didn’t let go until the morning.
best friend satoru who told you he loved you first—except it wasn’t the kind of confession you were expecting. he said it so casually, like it was a fact, like it was something he had always known. “i love you, y’know?” he shrugged, popping a piece of candy into his mouth while you stared at him, popsicle dripping down your palm and wrist from the heat. “you’re my favorite person.” and just like every first before this, he didn’t realize how much he meant it until later. neither did you.
best friend satoru who, somewhere along the way, realized that maybe he wanted to be your last too.
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Anonymous asked:
can i please get a mini bouquet with daffodils and lavender for akaashi?
— 🎐
so wonderfully you
k. akaashi x f!reader
wc: 1647
cw: hurt/comfort, fake dating + mutual pining, uni!au (loosely), akaashi is a sweetheart
to be fair, you did bring all of this upon yourself.
akaashi didn’t even need to look away from his book to give you his answer: "no."
"c'mon, please!" you groaned, "it's just one evening!"
he looked at you over his frames, giving you the look. "what ever happened to being honest?"
when a friend mentioned a group dinner date idea to your circle of friends after lecture that day, you were a little hesitant to agree. yet when asked if they could set you up with someone, you were a little too quick to lie with, "oh, i have a boyfriend." which led you to this exact moment: asking—no, begging—akaashi to be your “date” this friday night.
"admit i lied to them and look like even more of a loser? let's be realistic here."
akaashi couldn't help but to roll his eyes; he was usually amused with your usual antics, but this? this was… tiptoeing a fine line that, unbeknownst to the other, the both of you were secretly wanting to cross yet nervous to do so. but when he saw the pleading look in your eyes and flush to your cheeks, he knew he was in a losing battle, whether he liked it or not. all he could do was let out a sigh.
“what time do i need to pick you up friday?”
after fiddling with all the clothes in your closet, you opted for something casual—just a sweater and some slacks. it was just a dinner with some friends. but oh god, what if akaashi is wearing something nice? what if he’s wearing something that totally makes you look bad? what if you two look so uncoordinated that it gives away your secret? as your mind wandered to the idea of your dear friend in a dark, dapper suit, totally showing you up and ruining the plan, a knock interrupted your thoughts.
taking a deep breath, you checked the time—5:40. five minutes early. in everything he did, akaashi was always so punctual. always there before you to class, saving a seat beside him for you to sit. always arrived for a study session before you, ready to go over any notes you missed if you couldn’t make it to lecture that day. and this time served no difference.
“coming!” you yelled, in hopes he would hear, as you slipped on some shoes and grabbed your bag.
opening the door resulted in your temporary blindness, your eyes unable to handle the beauty before you.
standing in the doorway was akaashi, wearing a gray button up and slacks. his sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, displaying his absolutely sinful forearms, with some veins adorning them right beneath the skin. his hair was a little more tame than his usual tired, messier look—god, he was so beautiful, and it was so incredibly frustrating how badly you wanted him in this moment.
it was all for pretend. it was all for pretend.
all. for. pretend.
he met your eyes and held out an arm—already perfectly playing the part of your sweet, loving boyfriend. "ready?"
"yeah, i've got directions to walk—"
"i'll drive us. i've got my keys."
after locking up, the two of you walked to his car, which was parked right outside your building. "you look nice," akaashi commented, attempting to sound as neutral as possible (it didn't work).
"yeah yeah, you clean up pretty nice too, i guess," you quipped back, eliciting one of his infamous side eyes. he opened his car door for you, then slipped in on the driver side. thankfully, it wasn't too far of a drive to the restaurant you all planned to meet at—you didn’t know what you’d do if you had to remain in a car for an extended time with your friend-turned-secretly-fake boyfriend.
"okay.” you took in a deep breath, trying to explain through your master plan. “so, we need to act like we're in love, got it? my friends already are hesitant about this since i never mentioned a relationship to them before. the plan’s that we've only been dating a couple months." watching akaashi's little nods in agreement as he drove, you went into a little more detail about your friends and their interests so he knew exactly what he was getting into.
upon your arrival, akaashi immediately went into character and excelled—opening your car door and the restaurant door for you, pulling out your chair, draping his arm loosely over the back of your seat. he inched closer to you as the dinner progressed, so close you could smell the spearmint of his cologne and—
was that a hint of jasmine too?
oh, you were about to die.
“so,” one of your friends began with a polite smile, successfully interrupting your thoughts, “how’d you two meet and get together? i feel like i know nothing about you, akaashi.”
and that was where you realized you hadn’t come up with a "meeting" story.
hoping your face didn’t give away the ploy so soon, you opened your mouth to speak out some half-ass lie, until—
“we actually had a class together a couple semesters ago,” akaashi began with a gentle smile. his cheeks were tinted a soft pink shade—but that could’ve easily been caused by the spring afternoon heat… right?
“she just has this personality that drew me in. can’t even explain it,” he laughed, the sweetest sound escaping his lips. you noticed the slightest crinkles by his eyes as he continued, “with all the late night studying, the deep conversations, and going through the good and bad days of college together, how could i not fall in love with her?”
as your friends ooh-ed and ahh-ed over you two, your face burned. you knew this was all a part of the plan—oh, the plan.
the plan!
he must not mean any of this, at least, not in the way he expressed to your friends. he didn't mean anything with his arm around you, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.
you couldn’t breathe.
fuck, why did it all feel so real?
the rest of the group date passed agonizingly slow, your mind too preoccupied with akaashi’s hand on your thigh—far enough down to not make you uncomfortable. his thumb caressing your knee absentmindedly as everyone talked amongst each other.
"you okay?" he mouthed to you, and you nodded—of course, did akaashi believe this? no.
so, he did the typical "tired" stretch and asked for the bill. he pulled out his card and paid for the meal (after only some arguing from you) and wished everyone goodbye.
"it was to meet you all," he said with a smile and guided you out of the restaurant with his hand hovering over the small of your back.
you were in shambles, your heart nearly fluttering out of your chest.
getting into the car, you were quiet. too quiet—akaashi didn’t like that.
“seems like it was a success,” he prompted, hoping a conversation would stem from this. it did not. you just hummed in agreement and smiled, albeit awkwardly.
he drove you back to your apartment and walked you back to your apartment. “i had fun tonight,” he tried again with another one of those rare, genuine smiles that had you weak in the knees, “your friends are nice.”
“thank you,” you said softly, suddenly wishing you could forget about all of this, “i know this was my dumb mistake and dragged you in it, but thanks.”
you felt so dumb. feeling giddy over him holding the door and being respectful in his touches? it was all your plan, all your fault. you brought this upon yourself.
the night breeze blew between you both, the early spring chill in the air making you shiver slightly, which akaashi noticed. “let me give you my jacket from my car—“
“no!” you interrupted, looking up at him with an unknown mixture of emotions in your eyes. were you angry? no. tired? no. you were confused, so very confused. “no. we’re not faking this anymore. i don’t need your jacket.”
his eyes widened, his brows furrowing at the sudden attitude. “… did i do something?” he asked, racking his brain to remember if he did something, anything, wrong tonight to warrant your coldness.
“no—i mean, yes, but—god, why are you so nice to me?!” your voice was growing louder with every word, “i bombarded you with all of this, along with all the shit you’ve already got going on—fuck, you made it all feel so real and i hate that!”
several beats of deafening silence pass through you both, the two of you just frozen, staring at each other.
“it’s always been real for me,” akaashi softly admitted, “nothing i said was a lie tonight.”
you met his eyes, those beautiful, brown irises that you imagined getting lost in quite often. his lips were so close, and he was inching closer and closer that you could smell his spearmint and jasmine cologne again. you thought your legs would surely give out at any moment.
“can i kiss you?” he softly asked, looking at you through a half lidded gaze. everything froze, your mind reeling over the question that was just asked—akaashi, your akaashi, asking if he could kiss you. all you could do was nod silently before his lips perfectly slotted against yours, like he was made to kiss you.
you were drowning in him, being smothered by your new favorite scent of that damn spearmint and jasmine. he was so gentle with you, cradling your face in his hands as he tasted the sweet cake you ate earlier on your tongue.
oh, akaashi couldn't get enough of you.
slowly pulling away, all you thought to ask was, “why me?”
“because you’re you,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, “god, you're so wonderfully you.”
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If your 13 or older and still sleep with a stuffed animal please rb this im tryna prove a point to my friend.
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highschool tooru oikawa who promises he'll always be by your side, through thick and thin. the two of you carve out your initials on an old tree trunk like some cheesy romcom in a secret spot you found only days before. he's elated when you tell him on graduation day that you've been accepted to the same college he'll be going to the following school year.
college tooru who plays for the japan national team. he's having a blast with old and new friends and old rivals, and you in the stands, cheering him on as the games go on. there are nights when you sneak into his dorm, or he into yours, where you stay up way later than you should, getting to know each other over and over again.
pro volleyball player tooru who moves to argentina despite his promises. through sadness and a tear or two he swears he'll come back as often as he can, but you know it'll be hard during his seasons. six months in, you end up making a surprise visit during his playoff games. he catches sight of you in the stands like college and is filled with mixed emotions because he's going to have to refund the plan ticket that leaves tomorrow. after the games, which they won, he drops to one knee in the middle of the floor in the heat of the moment, asking you to make him the happiest player on the court.
fiancé tooru who proposes properly when the two of you are back home a week later, like he planned. he takes you to the secluded spot you found back in highschool, it's decorated and dimly lit. after some reminiscing and wine he slips the wedding band over your finger again, and no, he's not crying. you are. when he returns to argentina, you go with him this time. (he wears his ring on a chain around his neck, tucked into his shirt during games even though he knows he's not supposed to. but he can't help it, you're his lucky charm.)
oh to be oikawa’s honey
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