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sim-patelle · 6 months

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Overnight story

Dilf! Ushijima x Reader (afab)

Smut! MDNI!

Word count: 4.6k

+ : age gap (reader in their 20s, him in his 40s), rough play, breast play, obvious flirting, overstimulation, passing out, very little degradation, very little to little praising, mentioning of creampie, hot body, Ushijima Wakatoshi (god this man..)

"Wow I'm so glad for you! Honestly I couldn't endure it seeing you guys almost fucking right on the spot" you said to your friend, congratulating her that she got engaged, finally. "And it's really Alright if I'm there too?" you ask.

She was having a meet over with her family and her partners, and you got asked to give her company while they announce their love once again and celebrating it.

"Yes you gotta come, otherwise I can't stand my parents silent-treating each other all the time" she jokes around, while you try to remember her dad, wondering if you have ever met him...

You arrived at her house, lightly dressed up with a black dress and a see-through white blouse over your shoulder, keeping you a bit warm, having some exchange clothes with you in your Bag. She saw you through the windows and opened the door, hugging you tight. "You're good in time!" she adds a sentence whispering in your ear "my parents are already annoying" and smiles innocently. As you stepped into the quite big house, you already got greeted by 3 faces. Her family.

Her mother hugs you light as a greeting "Oh y/n I haven't seen you for a long time! You look good!" she says, admiring your looks and clothes. You thanked her for the compliment and looked at your friends brother, already knowing him. He gives you a slight smile and holds out his hand. With a comfort in your chest, you took his head and greeted him with exchanging some words. He's not much of a talker.

You feel a light gaze upon you while talking with him, a gaze that let you feel lightly uncomfortable. As you were done chattering, a tall man with olive eyes looks at you.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says calm, with a deep voice that let you feel something deep down. You weren't expecting such an attractive man as her father, and he quite fits your type too. He holds out his right hand to greet you. You took his hand, noticing the size of it, but looked into his eyes with a slight smile, noticing his almost perfect eyelashes.

"Y/n l/n it's a pleasure to meet you too mister". He looks you deep in the eyes, letting a mysterious gaze through you, like he would enjoy giving you all the attention there is. Would that affect you? Probably..

...

The family of your friends fiance arrived shortly after that and you had quite some good time. Eating, drinking champagne, chatting with the others but mostly listening to the others. But all the time, you felt the familiar gaze from before all the time, Wakatoshi following your movements with his eyes, not taking them off of you.

He enjoys looking at you, studying like a picture, wondering what's making it so unbreable to not gaze at it, imagining what could be under that dress of yours. He is desperate for something new. His divorce was quite a time ago, and there hasn't been anything quite after it, just some hook-ups that were not that much fun as he thought.

Quite charmed of that misterious man, you got caught, trying to examine him with his grey-greenish hair. Just now your sight wanders over his clothes. A black blouse which seems a little tight on his build shoulders, dark-grey trousers and a brown slim belt, holding his trousers up to his waist. He notices your gaze, locking your eyes at his. Your doe eyes looking into his from a distance. He raises his glass with such a little smile, only you could see, you holding yours up too, sympathizing with him and smiling back.

You would love to hear his voice once again, him speaking with his deep voice that has made a little impact on you, wanting to hear him right next to your ear.

...

The evening went on, and eventually the party went to an end. The family of the fiance went home, your friends brother drove home to his girlfriend as you found out, and your friend and his fiance went into their bedroom. Because of your long way there, you got the guestroom and (unfortunately) Wakatoshi took the couch to sleep on, his driveway also long enough just to see his daughter.

You're laying in bed, already changed clothes, but still fully awake, your mind not getting him out of your mind. Wakatoshi was admiring you and he let you know that, visibly admiring you, smiling at you when you met him, it drives you crazy. Crazy not knowing what his intentions are, what he wants to do with you.

It gave you some tickling down your lower stomach, and just imagining that his rough, big hand would stroke over this area, gives you goosebumps. Already awake and not doing anything except of scrolling through your phone, you decided to go down into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Very slowly and trying to not wake the others, you open your door and get down the stairs, not making a noise. Only a bit light down there. Through the kitchen there's a wide opening, right to the living room where he sits. Wakatoshi, watching TV. He didn't notice you, not yet.

You quietly get a glass and fill it up with water, just now noticing that he sits there, without his upper cloth, having his right arm on the sofa back, his big shoulders and his upper back being visible. Your eyes wander over his muscles moving near his neck, hearing a little sigh from him. Even that makes you feel light, just some sounds from him.

He grabs something next to his body, his shirt. The moves that he makes while getting his shirt on, turned you kinda on. Those muscles that moves around, his arms getting through that shirt, his biceps visible is getting you some tickles and not just down your abdomen.

You shook your head, getting back your mind and were about to drink out of the glass, until the head of the tall man turns to the kitchen, catching you a little embarrassed on the stop.

Unable to get out of the situation, you decided to get another glass of water, asking a little shy if he wants something to drink. He nods to your answer and you walk to him, slowly, with the glasses in your hands, and getting a bit exited, to finally talk to him a bit. You walk through the opening with the glasses and he watches you, wondering if he gets to see more tonight, than just your short pants and your white shirt. He wants to rip it off, wanting to open that bra you can see a bit through.

As you sat down slowly next to him, it's more visible that he got a big chest that now is covered. His visible jawline got a shave two days ago. He leans back, his arm resting on the back of the sofa again, looking but not watching TV.

"You also couldn't fall asleep?" he asks, looking down at you from the side. "No not really.." you answer him, a bit intimidated, wondering what he will say again with this voice of his, that makes you feel dizzy. You now see where the silence from your friends brother come from. "Why can't you sleep?" you finally ask, not bearing that silence between you. "I couldn't handle it, not being able to talk to you propably" he shoot his shot. What does he have to lose? Nothing but your company he enjoys, and he was aware of what he has done to you.

You weren't prepared to hear that out of his mouth, making you feel exited, asking yourself if you should say something. "I think so too" you say, quietly regretting those words now. "I'm sorry mister, please forget what I said" spits out of your mouth, wanting to stand up and leave of embarrassment and the fact that you feel your cheek light up a bit.

As you stand up, he grabs your arm soft to hold you back, his whole hand fitting around your forearm. The soft touch with this raw hand, got your core throb a bit, getting too excited than you should. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuzz. You can stay to my pleasure"these words coming out of his mouth, you do see a light excitement from his eyes that look through you.

Deciding to stay, you sit back down and came a bit near him. It's hard to make a move when he is full of courage that he sends out, making it almost impossible to even flirt with that older man. Wakatoshi puts his arm on the back of the sofa, kind of getting you in his space more. As you noticed you dare to take a look at him while watching TV. He awaited that and raises his eyebrows at catching you stare, having a light smirk on his face which makes him unbearable to not fuck the shit out of him.

He slowly wanders his gaze down to your chest, and back at your eyes with a smile. God you just wished for a move that he would make, which he does, surprisingly right after enjoying the view of your body.

The excitement almost overflowing in you, as he lays down his hand on your thigh, not affecting him in any way. God, he is so close to your core, that you clench your thighs a bit to supress the throb that went a bit needier.

"Is that alright with you?" such a polite man, only if you knew what he wants to do with you. Fuck you raw and good, making you cum all over his dick are the only desires he has right now, and he is close to fulfilling that dream.

You nod, making him feel more comfortable around you than he was, making him stroke your squeezable thigh with his thumb, really slowly making his way to your lose short-pants. A compliment comes from his lips.

"You looked very good in that dress. I couldn't stop looking at you" finally you made a move, still kind of afraid but it was so obvious to you that he likes you. "I noticed that, I loved your attention on me" you said. God finally he kept moving on, you thought as he leans to you, watching those eyes and lips, wanting to kiss them so bad.

"I want to give you all the attention you want" he breathes, almost touching your lips with his. Only just some inches between it... You couldn't hold back, your self-control finally went away, he waited for that moment. "please do mister.." you answer without hesitation, finally getting his lips to touch yours.

~~<3~~

Your whole body feeling hot, bursting out the lust you tried to keep in, moving along with his. His hand longing to finally touch your waist and grabbing your skin of it. Wakatoshi pulls you onto his lap, not interrupting your greedy wet kiss, turning into deep tongue kisses.

His deep voice humming while he sucked on your tongue, makes you crazy, slowly moving your hip, noticing his aroused cock inside his pants. As you weren't already wet of his touches, he slips his hand into your pants from your left leg, pleasuring your folds with slow movements.

He doesn't want to pleasure himself with you, he wants you to have an unforgettable rough sex with him, not wanting anything else but his dick after that. You break the tongue kiss, watching his hands in your panties, knowing exactly what he does and you can't hold back a slight moan.

"I can't let you be louder than that, otherwise they're gonna wake up" toshi says under his excited breath, longing for your pussy, but keeping it patient. He focuses on your throat now, slowly giving you some of the roughness by biting your collarbone and moving his lips up, placing wet kisses all over the side. Fuck, you thought, already so close to cumming on his fingers and he was just caressing your folds, his wet fingers full of your juice enter into your pussy, and it feels incredible, such a little rush but pleasuring like nothing ever was. You hiss, pulling you onto him more, and grabbing the back of his shirt.

Ruin, wanting to ruin that pretty back was your thought.

You pulled of his shirt, which was kind of hard while getting the full menue of getting fucked with fingers, and hold yourself onto his back, slowly scratching it with your nails. Some little whimpers come out of your mouth and as he started scissoring you, your moan got concealed by wakatoshis hand, while you finally cum on his other one, as you couldn't endure all that pleasure down there.

Your pussy wrenching it all out, sucking his fingers into it more, got him turned all up, ready to make you feel so good. Slowly taking out his fingers, holding them infront of your scrunched up face. "Was that you?" he asked in such a deep voice, it vibrates in your brain. "yes mister..."

What a lovely name to call him, bringing his control to the edge, especially hearing that out of your mouth. It drives him crazy, wanting to fill your hole up more with his cock. He helps you out of your shirt, him finally seeing that bra of yours for a short time, just to open it again, wanting to see every inch of your body.

"Stand up and take off your pants" he says with his eyes on your breasts, that would fit perfectly in his hands. As you do with a little struggle to keep yourself up, his eyes glances down, looking at his art of you with a slight smile. Seeing you being wet all of his doings with just one hand, is such a view to him.

He wanted you to come back on his lap, feeling the throb of your pussy for him, but you decide otherwise. You want to pleasure him too, giving him something he wouldn't expect.

Getting on your knees, you open his legs and pull down his pants. He looks at you seductively, waiting for you to go on, you hold up for a second and admire his length, overall a bit over average but it's gonna fill you up so good.

Taking your breasts around it, to give him some stimulation is a good idea. You start to move them around his cock, seeing how he lays back his head, enjoying your doings. God your sight of him wants you to cum again, and his little hums that turn into some grunts give you a little kick, finally wanting to hear more of him, his deep voice.

His cock starts to twitch, close to cover your tits with his cum, he stops you as his hand grabs your chin lightly. "Don't. Come sit on it." he says under his little breaths, that would enter your mouth soon again. You stand up and move your cunt right over his dick, hesitating at first, unsure of how fast he would go.

Wakatoshi holds you at your hips, getting some help. His large hands almost could hold you alone like that.

"Go on" he commands as he watches you dead in the eyes, giving you a shiver down your spine, almost doing it immediately.

You get down, only just taking his tip and you are already feeling full, feeling his cock. Going to the half, it already hurts a bit, stretching you lightly, but it turns to a pleasuring pain you want to get more of.

As you arrived at his crotch, you hissed in deep, full of him and feeling his veins so intense already brings you to an orgasm already, whining through that pain. You wouldn't know that you were so sensitive for him, already having your first orgasm.

"mister I- fuck I'm sorry..." you apologize under this pain turning into a pleasure. He feels your clenching insides, getting him more aroused. "you're taking my dick good. Don't worry, I will handle the rest" and he immediately starts moving you up and down, getting out full of you and letting you down full on his length.

Tooking you by surprise, you almost scream out his name, but he could stop you with his tongue getting into your mouth once more. Only this one move is enough for him, to get more interested in you.

The only thing you can do to express your pain is by scratching his back. Your hands under his arms, reaching out to it and holding you with your fingernails, leaving some marks and getting 'toshi to grunt into your mouth. The artwork of yours looks so good in his back, and surely as he moved your body up and down, the longer those scratches will stay.

His sweat already is wandering down his back, getting his body even warmer. Him moving you up and down all the time took him to the edge and he is about to give you a creampie. How he would love so see his cum slowly wandering out of you.

Under his heavier rough breaths he got out some words. "You'll feel so good when I come into you..." And so close to getting out all what he got, a supressed moan wanders through the hand of him on your mouth. you came again, not sure if his words got an influence on that, but it was already so much pleasure to endure, as you also couldn't believe how good he let's you feel, already having your second orgasm that lasted whole 2 minutes. Surely you got his lower back red of your nails digging into his wet skin.

His twitching cock pulses into you and at the last move of putting you down, his sperm flew right out of it, warming your insides more. Your clenching walls getting out everything of his cock. Arching your back as you feel hot inside gave you the rest and you almost screamed, again held back from 'toshis hand, muffling your pleasured sound, already seeing stars and so close of passing out.

Him grunting heavily by his doings, feeling your tight pussy. Slowly his cum is dripping out of you, still having his dick in you, is making him smile light, being proud of what he has done to you.

He was the first one, to give you two or three orgasms in only one position. And he will be the only one that managed that. You feel so exhausted, your body only leaning onto his big one, but you can feel his cock getting wrapped up again.

"Haven't you done your job right?" he whispers into your ear, shortly nibbling your earlobe, already having a plan how to manage a mess like you. "No mister... I'm sorry mister..." you say exhausted, not even able to move your body right now.

Unable to predict his actions, your body is in his control now, but he waits. He waits that you earn a bit strength back, slowly stroking your head, going through your hair, holding you tight to his body. He could be considered gentle, but his impression and roughness tell otherwise.

With slow movements, you wrap your arms over his shoulder, this being his sign to go on. "hold on tight" he whispers, slowly moving up, holding you. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist but your head wasn't quite able to catch up. And in a second, he bounced you on his dick once again, moving in even further.

Your mouths already together, you moan into his mouth again, even having the feeling to melt into his sloppy kisses. Not even you didn't know that you would be so loud in one lifetime, yet your beautiful sounds that he enjoys are getting muffled by his warm lips or his hand on your swollen mouth, due to all that kissing.

Your slim walls pushing once again, gives him extra pleasure to his thickened cock. Bouncing your body while he stood up, was only the second of his list on how to fuck you, but for tonight it was the last thing.

Feeling you so tight around his dick, feeling your bouncy boobs and moving you on your arse is everything he could do to feel you everywhere, which made his cock twitchened and he came once again, letting it all out inside you, already feeling is sperm getting out around it, grunting one last time in your mouth. You would remember that grunt forever. His chest heavily moves from the exhaustion that haunts him lightly, looking at his product that he made. The view he has, still holding your body and seeing you still intertwined with him, has such an impact of him. Never thinking of looking at a more beautiful thing.

What a shame it's already over, he thinks but your whole body was tired, you exhausted and barely could keep your eyes open.

The only thing you could remember was getting brought to bed like a kid, carried like one. Only feeling some wet tissues and towels on your body. Then black... You fell asleep, while Wakatoshi took care of you. Cleaning up the living room and bringing you your clothes in the guest room.

As he was done, he came back into your room one last time to look at you, seeing you sleep so peacefully after he made you such a mess. He placed a kiss on your forehead, leaving the room with one thing in his hand. If he would've slept in the same bed as yours, there would've been speculations and you couldn't see each other ever again. He wouldn't let that happen,he is a vulnerable middle aged man.

As he got on the couch, he took the cloth out of his pockets he took of you, your underwear being in his hands, wanting to do this all day long. One little sniff and he was satisfied for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, remembering the view he had from you in his dreams.

~~<3~~

The next morning, you hear some movements in the house, not quite able to assign them. You just lay in your bed, tired body and still tired mind, still trying to remember the last things from the night. As you decide to look down, you slowly stand up from the bed and stretching a bit to get a bit of the pain away that haunts you.

Climbing out of it and slowly opening the door, you see him on the stairs going up. The man that made you mess, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He noticed you on the doorframe and stopped going up, looking at you.

"the others eat breakfast, better get dressed" he says, quickly looking up and down at you, you still being naked. You speak up "I couldn't find my underwear" and as he predicted that, he gets to you, taking your hand and opening it.

This man was slightly obsessed with you and that was an understatement.

Placing his other hand on yours, giving you the underwear you searched for. Your eyes went from your hands to his face, looking up and meeting his. There's a small comfort in them now, a softer gaze than the day before, kind of hard to not lose yourself in his olive eyes. "come, get dressed and eat someting" he says with a charm in his voice, so soft yet so hot with his deep voice.

He shortly gives you a kiss on the forehead and went on going to the bathroom. You stopped him right before with your teasing words. "Missed me that much the night?" smirking to your satisfaction. Did you get him with that?

He looks back, chuckling shortly with a slight smirk. "Go dress up" he says, smiling light and disappears into the bathroom.

Wow, the short chuckle gave you little butterflies into your stomach... So attractive, you think and went into the room to get dressed.

All dressed up - with your underwear - you get down the stairs and sit down on the table where the others sit, one seat next to Wakatoshi. "Wow you slept in" says your friend, smiling to you. Quickly lying on the spot you say: "Yeah I drank a bit much champagne yesterday" and grab the juice to pour it into the glass infront of you.

As you do, a knee hits you light, not moving away from you, already knowing it's Wakatoshis. Only the little touch, not even from his hand, is making you feel comfortable, warm, maybe even a bit needy. It makes you happy, that he searches attention from you, a light smile appearing on your face.

You both shared some touches with your knees under the table as you all ate breakfast, and soon it was time to leave. Leaving your friends house, going home, not able to see him again..

With a little unsure feeling in your tummy, you pack your things in your bag, hopefully not forgetting anything. If yes, you have no shame of turning back if he would live here.

A knock on the doorframe, he stands there, leaning on it with his arm. God the marvelous sight, seeing him in that shirt, such a simple plain one, but he can style anything if it's on his body.

"Ready to leave with me?" you nod turning around and grabbing your bag, but holding in, did he say 'with me'? You look confused to him.

"I'll drive you, no talking back" he says, going away from the doorframe, longing for a short kiss and walks infront of you, ready to wait for your signal.

"okay, I can't talk back" you say, smiling at him, but is it a good time to kiss here? Well, your friend is downstairs, maybe one will satisfy your needs..

You got close to him also, your calm face awaiting his lips tells him that you also want it.

Looking at his lips was the sign to finally kiss you, he brought his hand onto your cheek, you feeling the sensation too much already and he closes your lips with his. It feels like you are on cloud 9 while getting electric shocks through your body. You lean into the kiss, he's feeling every inch of your cheek with-

"Come you guys, my mother is already away, you go now too!" you stop in shock, hearing your friends voice from downstairs. With widening eyes, you look at him moving away from your desperate lips. "We continue this another time" he whispers into your ears, making you fuzzy.

He goes down the stairs, you slowly follow, not trying to show your excitement on your cheeks.

...

"I'm gonna miss you!" Your friend says hugging you tight as a goodbye. You, laying your hands around her back. "I'm gonna miss you too, have nice holidays with him" you say and let go of her. Wakatoshi leans down to his daughter, hugging her and wishing her beautiful moments with her fiance.

You watching them, realizing that you like her dad, but he's single and you too. It felt like a match, and does she have to find out? You let that question open.

Both of you walk out of the door and wandering to his car, getting into the passenger seat, and as you watch him get into his car, you look at his thighs, now seeing that not only his back is well trained. He doesn't skip leg days.

"What city?" he asks you, answering a little late because you were.. Distracted. "xxxxxx" he looks at you, lighty having a disbelief in his eyes. "What?" you ask confused. "So we got the same destination" he answers, and also you were quite surprised but slowly replacing it with a tickling happiness in your stomach.

He starts to drive and you turned on the radio, not liking the silence when someone just doesn't turn up music while driving. It's giving you the ick.

You look out the windows but your gaze went to another thing, your thigh having a hand placed on it. It feels incredible, you had that feeling before, sure but it's always a relieving excitement wandering through your body with chills just by having his touch on your body. He notices you smiling and couldn't suppress his one, his corner of his mouth moving up.

You seem to find a pen next to you, deciding to write something on his hand. You took it, and hold down the hand with yours, writing with the other one. It sure is a spectacle, feeling his rough hands with little veins over it in yours.

He was relieved seeing your number on his hand, having some thoughts on what you guys were writing about and how he could pleasure you through the phone when he will write you...

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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K.K.T.K on my wrist ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader x Tetsurō Kuroo x Kenma Kozume

WC: 1.9k

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, slice of life

CW: fem!reader, four soulmates, poly relationship, fluff, very soft and sweet

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When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me, treating me with kindness.

Then we'd live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

However, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that I could handle them. As it turns out, that's not how life is at all.

Not at all.

Plenty of hardships are thrown at you left and right. and it's all about how well you deal with it.

As I got older, my fantasies became more realistic. I wanted to live a small, easy life with the person I so dearly loved.

A small child or kitten running around, giving us entertainment.

Living out our lives to the fullest and being content with simplicity. We didn't need anything more or anything less.

That's how I've always imagined it.

As it turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one was one of the best hardships I'll ever came to love.

And it all begins at the young age of sixteen. A fresh high school student, worried about what people thought about them.

Their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

However, most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. On a person's sixteenth birthday, initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

The absolute heart racing feeling full of wonder of who your special significance other could be.

Maybe it was someone who lives halfway across the world. Maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. Maybe someone you grew up with.

Or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

Whatever it may be, they will be bound to meet. Some people say it's fate. Some say even destiny.

However, I just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

I had my dreams significantly crushed by four initials on my wrist. Oh, how I used to despise them—the hate that fueled through me when I looked at my wrist.

Looking back, it was harsh and childish. Life is unexpected; things happen. However, this one was one that's stuck in my favorites, even if it was the opposite of everything I always wanted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. Small devices lit up here and there around the room.

It was an easy night for all of us. Even Kōtarō was quiet, which sparked an interest in me. I was keeping myself busy by reading a book I had been wanting to catch up on.

While also laying on Keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

Our beloved Kenma was in the next room over, streaming. The door was slightly ajar, leaving space for the blue rays of light to show on the wall.

I could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. A small, unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry-colored lips.

No matter how many times I knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, I couldn't get over it.

I had run the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night. And despite that he was a grown man, we don't in this house.

If I had listened hard enough, I could hear Tetsu downstairs. The soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

It seemed as if we were all content in the house we called home. A shiver ran down my back as I felt the soft breeze come from the window.

The skies were pitch black; if it were a normal night, I'd be on the roof with Tetsu and Keiji. We'd point out the constellations and watch the stars.

It was one of my favorite things to do with them.

If it were later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, Kōtarō would be dancing in the rain with me.

We'd sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely boyfriend, Keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house.

Besides Kenma half of the time.

The days that it was sunny, and I wished silently that it would rain. Kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

Even though we both shared the hatred of sunny days, we'd bake something.

Whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes. So, our house constantly smells like a bakery. When we wouldn't feel up to baking, a movie was our next best thing.

On hard days when I felt like I really needed something to just get my mind off for a little while, Kuroo was my go-to person.

We'd run to the park and back, putting the stress into exercising. Sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

However, Keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. He's the only one I'd talk to. I'd spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

Being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and, oddly, calming.

"Are you cold? We can shut the window if you'd like." Keiji turned his head toward me, pausing his reading.

"I'll put on a hoodie," I said, shaking my head and loving the smell of rain. However, he knew that that would be my answer.

I'd always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

It was a habit.

I crawled away from him as I watched Keiji place my bookmark in the place I was reading.

Slipping on my pink slippers, I walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

Who knew that living with four other people would bless you with an enormously large house? However, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

As I walked past Kenma's gaming room, I peered in. My eyes were watching him a bit, I could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

Knowing Kenma, I knew he wasn't wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. He needed them now more than ever, since it's the late hours of the night.

Backing out, I quickly but quietly moved downstairs. His glasses were on the living room coffee table, if I remembered correctly.

When I was on the first floor, I moved to the living room, where his glasses were. Picking them up, I felt the coldness from how long they've been left alone.

The kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. I peeked in at the sight of Tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

He was most likely trying to figure out what we'd be feeling up for to eat after rummaging through our cabinets. God, he could be doing nothing and still look so handsome.

I smiled a little and headed back upstairs. Opening Kenma's door more, I could hear soft grunting from him.

Probably because of a level he was having trouble with.

Setting the glasses close to his keyboard, I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. He nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

That small peck meant, 'Please don't forget to wear them.' I could always express myself with small things without actually saying them to Kenma and Keiji.

Usually, I'd have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to Kō and Tetsu. However, I knew not everyone would be an introvert or just a mind reader.

When I left the room, leaving it cracked like before, I saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

I made my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie I needed to get. When I entered, I saw Kōtarō curled up against Keiji.

His hair was slightly dripping wet, making me cringe a bit.

I spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. I softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

He perked up; his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

"The water will make the bed wet, hon" I softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to get the water out. Wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book or even on my book.

I could hear him sigh happily as I played with his hair, trying to get out all the water.

Glancing over to Keiji, his glasses were off, and our books had been set elsewhere. It's movie time.

Kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. We'd all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartoon movie.

I walked to the bathroom, setting Kōtarō's towel on his hook. In a house of five people, organization was the best key.

After I cut the lights off, I walked back to see a movie picked up and Kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

When I made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, I went to get Kenma. I could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. Knowing that he wouldn't get off the game unless someone actually got him.

As I got closer, I gently put my arms around his back. I did it every single time I wanted him to get off the game. I could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreeing.

Soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. We climbed into bed; the rotation was different this weekend.

Each day or week, we'd switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. It wasn't my idea since I couldn't care less if I was spooning or getting spooned.

However, being the only girl it was kinda nice with everyone being bigger than me, it was kind of hot some nights too.

This time around, Tetsu was spooning me, and I happened to be spooning Kōtarō. After we finished the snacks, I couldn't resist the sleep, which called my name.

Since there were five of us, we couldn't possibly fit in a bed. So we decided to just get one of the biggest; even if we did spoon, I'm sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

This has always been how our stay-up nights have been and I wouldn't change it for the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me.

Well, now that I'm older, it's safe to say that I've got four princes who I was fated with. They agreed to live together with me, and the need to marry wasn't in our minds.

We all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. But if one of us did happen to want to marry? I guess we could.

But this is the end of our weekend night and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad. I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

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haikyuu-incorrectquotes · 2 years

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Akaashi, texting Tsukishima: Please come save me, I just walked into a party and someone yelled dibs

Bokuto, also texting Tsukishima: HELF IM DRUNK AND A HOT BOY WLAKED INTO THE PARTY NDA I YELLED DIBS

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bananafishiguro · 1 year

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akaashi finding grey hair at the age of 21 and bokuto is all smiley like hey you’re going to look like me!! as if he isn’t the one causing the grey hair in the first place

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You can’t tell me this isn’t Bokuto & Akaashi😭

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sanjiiconss · 8 months

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☆ Love him

𔒌 Anime: Haikyuu

♡ ۫ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 : Keiji akaashi

┆𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘴: Me/ @sanjiiconss ‹𝟥

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#haikyuu #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #haikyuu icons #icons #anime screencap #icon edits #bokuto x akaashi #akaashi x bokuto

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anarchysquid · 27 days

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They so silly 😜

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sliceofsugoii · 2 years

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"Hey it's alright, I'm here"

"Come on let's go"

Or them being each others' big baby and super caring boyfriend <3

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queenkeiji · 5 months

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my 🔞 piece for bokuaka wedding zine, a little treat for akaashi’s day 💛

see x for the whole piece!

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sim-patelle · 3 months

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The idea of helping you out with your assignments let Bokuto smile brightly. The usual meeting up in your regular café with Bokuto, Kuroo and Akaashi is only with two people today. But as the time goes on and the day ends with Bokuto on your side, you saw your progress of typing only one sentence for your upcoming seminar. A sigh escapes out of you, but you'll let the fact, that Bokuto and you only chattered and drank coffee, slight.

You call it a day, but at least you got a great time discussing.. 'important' things.

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pfpanimes · 2 years

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⌕ haikyū - akaashi.

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lys-9-10 · 1 year

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Cats, Mud Puddles, Balderdash, and Other Signs of Friendship

A first year Akaashi, second year Bokuto developing friendship fic! 🤗🥰 I haven't felt this satisfied writing a haikyuu fic in a long time 💗

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Akaashi Keiji isn’t exactly sure why Bokuto Koutaro chose him.

It makes sense when it’s just Akaashi’s tosses that Bokuto wants. He is a setter after all, even if he’s only a rookie. So though it takes him a while to get used to it, what with Bokuto being a star, Keiji can understand the ace repeatedly approaching him to ask for extra spike practice.

What he can’t understand, however, is why Bokuto also starts hurtling down the length of the cafeteria at lunchtime, screaming “AKAASHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” like a battle cry, and plunking into the seat across from him.

“Can I eat with you???” Bokuto asks the first time he does this. He’s sporting a smile so large Keiji can hardly believe it fits on his face.

“Oh. Uh. Sure.”

Bokuto flips open the lid of his lunchbox and starts haphazardly grabbing his food items, tossing them onto the table as he begins prattling about how there’s this cat that sits on a fence a couple yards from the school and he made Bokuto fifteen minutes late for class this morning because he wouldn’t stop staring so Bokuto stared back and then it kinda felt like a staring contest so when Bokuto blinked first he declared a re-match but then the cat won the re-match too and so Bokuto declared another and another but then the cat kept winning, the little bugger, and hey by the way is Akaashi a cat or a dog person?

“Cat,” Keiji replies.

“My sister had a cat once!” Bokuto offers excitedly as he shoves a mound of noodles into his mouth with his chopsticks. “I have two sisters. Kimiko is four years older than me and Hanako is three years older. I was an accident. Were you an accident?”

Keiji blinks at Bokuto.

When he doesn’t respond, Bokuto waves his hand dismissively. “I’m sure you weren’t. You were prolly like orchestrated in a lab you’re so picture-perfect. I’m not very good at science. I bet you are. I’m kinda good at math though! Which surprises most people. Oh I forgot to ask—do you have any brothers or sisters?”

Keiji replies that he does not and Bokuto launches into a theory about how in his experience an only child is either a spoiled brat or isn’t, and Akaashi is of the latter variety of course and does Akaashi have any theories about only childs vs people with siblings? Keiji says he does not and points out that Bokuto’s theory is a tautology and Bokuto asks, with positively glittering eyes, what a tautology is… and it carries on like that.

Throughout the duration of that first lunch hour, Keiji learns a few new facts about Bokuto Koutaro, Fukurodani’s star ace:

He talks too much.

Despite 1, he always ends his rambles with a question about his listener, asked with so much genuine interest that the listener is apt to feel as though they’re the most fascinating person on earth.

He asks questions that could be deemed personal or otherwise inappropriate for casual conversation with an acquaintance

Despite 3, if his listener opts not to answer the personal question, he does not push. He simply carries on with a manner so easy that the listener is apt to instantly forget they were ever uncomfortable.

He talks with food in his mouth. Regularly.

Despite 5, he has the courtesy to cover his mouth with his hand when he does this. Keiji figures the latter behaviour indicates that 5 is caused not so much by a lack of social awareness/understanding of etiquette, but rather by a psychological inability to wait to say whatever he wants to say… An extension of his overly excitable nature, presumably.

What Keiji doesn’t learn—nor is he able to deduce—is why Bokuto sat with him to begin with. He even notices a few of the volleyball club second-years sitting a couple tables away, eyeing Bokuto and Keiji with considerable wariness. Keiji imagines they must be offended that Bokuto opted to sit with him instead of them.

He tries to send the second-years a reassuring look, expressing something to the effect of, “Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t become a pattern.”

… Except it does become a pattern.

The day after, the baffling scene repeats itself, complete with the battle cry of “AKAASHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” and all. The same for the day after that, the day after that, and so on.

During the lunch periods, Bokuto shares haphazard, overly excited thoughts, tells ridiculous stories, and asks his genuinely interested questions. Keiji listens, answers Bokuto’s questions with minimal words—and occasionally injects a sliver of deadpan humour.

“Kasheeee!!” Bokuto cries with glee, the first time he identifies Keiji’s humour as such. “I didn’t know you did jokes!!!”

Keiji is once again distracted by how impossibly large Bokuto’s smile is (how has his face not cracked down the centre at being forced to stretch that much??), so it isn’t until a few minutes later that he realizes Bokuto didn’t pronounce the first syllable of his name.

He writes it off as poor enunciation…. But then the bell is ringing, signaling the end of lunch, and Bokuto is skipping off to his next class with a wave and a holler of “See you later, Kaashi!!”

Keiji stares at his retreating back.

Then he lets out a small “hmph.”

… But in the end, Keiji decides it’s easier not to protest the nickname.

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On the ninth day of this new routine, Keiji is reading a book over his lunch while he waits for Bokuto.

“KAAASH—” Bokuto screeches to a halt in front of their table, the battle cry dropping half-finished from his lips.

Keiji looks up.

“Are you—is that, like, an interesting book?” Bokuto asks. “Do you wanna keep reading it? ’Cos if so, I won’t bother you! But if it’s just kind of an okay book and you were, like, killing time—”

Keiji closes his book and puts it to the side.

“I’ve read it before. You can sit down.”

That exchange results in Keiji learning his twenty-first fact about Bokuto, plus one fact about himself.

Bokuto is actually quite considerate.

and

Keiji sort of enjoys eating lunch with Bokuto. ----------

As it turns out, the second-years were not jealous of Bokuto spending his lunchtimes with Keiji. Quite the contrary, in fact. Keiji learns this when Konoha pulls him aside one day after Bokuto has left the cafeteria.

“If you ever wanna get away from Bokuto,” the second-year says in a confidential tone, “Just let me know, okay? I’m not saying I’m gonna trade places with you”—he laughs—“but I’ll help you think of excuses.”

Keiji blinks. And then frowns a little, because the realization that Bokuto’s team-mates secretly discuss him as a burden causes something thick and unpleasant to settle in Keiji’s chest.

“No,” he replies, perhaps a little more firmly than is his place as an underclassman. “Thank you, but I’m fine.”

It’s maybe because he’s still prickling a little over the interaction with Konoha that Keiji finds himself inviting Bokuto over to his house when they’re changing in the locker-rooms for after-school practice. (Normally, he wouldn’t take such a presumption with an upperclassman. Even one who’s shown an inexplicable interest in him the way Bokuto has.)

Bokuto’s jaw drops at first. And Keiji has the sickened feeling that these kinds of invitations aren’t extended to him all that often. But he doesn’t have time to dwell on that grim probability, because now Bokuto is WHOOP -ing and bouncing up and down like a jack-in-the-box and punching Keiji in the shoulder.

“YEEAH!!!” he hollers, loud enough to draw the attention of everyone else in the locker-room (he’s always loud enough objectively to draw the attention of others—but the Fukurodani team seems to have gotten very good at tuning him out, so this is extra loud). “Yeah I’d super love to!!!”

Keiji rubs his shoulder, grimacing. Someone really needs to teach this power spiker to moderate his strength in non-volleyball contexts.

As they walk back to Keiji’s house that day, Bokuto stops to show him the cat he has staring contests with. It has become a daily activity, which Bokuto, to his credit, now wakes up fifteen minutes early for. Yet his early rises have been in vain so far, as he has yet to win a single contest, so Keiji has been told.

“You try, Kaashi!!” Bokuto now says, tugging on Keiji’s arm excitedly. “Let’s see if you can beat this cocky little turd!”

Keiji sighs—but he rolls his (bruised) shoulders back and fixes the cat with a level stare. When after a full minute, the cat blinks twice and slinks away, Bokuto’s gasp is so enormous that Keiji can feel the hairs on his head ruffle as they almost get sucked into the ace’s mouth.

“OH MY GURSH KAASHI!! HOW ARE YOU SO DANG EPIC?!?”

Keiji would deny it—but his mouth may have twitched the slightest bit at the corners. In an upward fashion.

As they continue with their walk, Keiji does not mentally file a second fact about himself (namely, that he’s no longer as good at resisting smiling as he used to be). But he does file a completely unrelated fifty-eighth fact about Bokuto. Which may have been that Bokuto is incredibly good at making people smile.

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At Keijii’s house, they play Balderdash. At first Keiji wasn’t sure it would be Bokuto’s kind of game, as it’s maybe a little more on the nerdy side—but Bokuto is positively rolling on the floor, kicking his feet with laughter. And he declares that he’s going to keep a mental list of these words because it would be so freaking hilarious to throw them into casual conversation and watch people be confused.

“Can you imagine?? ‘Hey Konoha, it’s raining, you better mobbel*!’ ‘Sorry I’m so distractable in class, sensei, but I have aprosexia*, you know!’ Heh heh heh, everybody’d think I was so smarticle!”

(*Mobbel: to cover one’s head with a hood. Aprosexia: an extreme degree of mind-wandering.)

Keiji has to turn away to hide a disconcerted frown, because he’s pretty sure that’s not what Konoha or Bokuto’s teachers or anyone else would think. They’d very likely write Bokuto off as spewing nonsense—as they already frequently do.

“Your turn,” Keiji says, pushing the deck of cards towards Bokuto, still avoiding his eyes.

Bokuto ends up winning Balderdash. And to be perfectly honest, Keiji is a little surprised, because he hasn’t lost a game of Balderdash in years. He usually wins by being able to identify the correct definitions of many of the words, based on Latin and Greek roots and whatnot. But the thing is, the false definitions Bokuto invents are so wild and unbelievably imaginative that Keiji finds himself often guessing them, simply because he thinks there’s no way anyone could have made that up.

Fortunately, Bokuto is just as keen for re-matches when he’s the winner as when he’s the loser. So they're setting up to start another game, and Keiji is telling himself that if he can beat the cat at staring contests he can beat Bokuto at Balderdash—when Keiji’s mother calls them for dinner.

“We’ll re-match after we eat then!!” Bokuto says, grinning.

“Re-match isn’t a verb,” Keiji says… because he’s finding he feels glad Bokuto will be staying into the evening. And he’s never been one to voice his feelings.

At dinner, Bokuto talks more than a guest should (of course). But again, he always eventually turns the conversation back to Keiji and his parents, with one of his genuinely interested questions.

Keiji thinks that his parents like him pretty well. Especially his mother, who keeps crinkling her eyes at him across the table.

And then Bokuto is asking eagerly if he can help with dishes and Keiji’s mother is cooing, “What a sweet young man you are,” and ruffling his hair.

Bokuto blinks, apparently startled. Then, he puffs out his chest, like how he does after someone mentions that he’s among the top five aces in the nation. And Keiji is shaking his head because Bokuto is an incorrigible praise-addict... but still, there’s no doubt that his offer to help was perfectly sincere and unaffected by ulterior motives. “Sweet” isn’t the worst way a person could describe Bokuto.

Bokuto ends up dropping a full stack of plates, breaking most of them.

Keiji’s mother lets out a little “Oh!” of surprise.

Keiji looks from her to Bokuto—and his gut twists.

There are big, fat tears springing to Bokuto’s golden eyes. That in itself isn’t altogether jarring; by this time, Keiji has already witnessed three Bokuto meltdowns during practice. But what Keiji hasn’t quite seen before—not like this — is the utter horror and devastation that’s written all across Bokuto’s face.

“A-Akaashi-sama,” he stutters. “I’m so sorry…”

Keiji promptly steps up to Bokuto’s side, gripping his elbow. “Don’t worry about it, Bokuto-san. Mom doesn’t mind too much. Do you mom?” He sends his mother a pleading glance—but there was no need. She too has taken note of Bokuto’s distress and is smiling at him gently.

“No, I don’t mind, Bokuto-kun,” she assures. “It’s perfect timing actually! I was eye-ing a very pretty set of china in the shop the other day, but didn’t feel justified buying it. Now I have all the justification I need!” She winks at him.

Keiji feels a surge of gratitude towards his mother. He turns again to Bokuto—and is dismayed to see that he doesn’t look comforted at all. In fact, the tears that had sprung to his eyes are now streaking freely down his face.

“I—” he hiccups, his shoulders shuddering dreadfully. “I think I should go.”

And just like that he turns and disappears out the front door. Keiji and his mother stare at the door in shock for a moment or two. Then Keiji takes off after him.

Apparently, however, Bokuto is either very fast or very good at hiding. Because Keiji doesn’t find him. ------- Keiji checks his phone at least ten times that night. Even though he and Bokuto never exchanged phone numbers. --------

The next day, Keiji is relieved to see Bokuto at morning practice. His relief isn’t unalloyed, however, as he remarks the slump of Bokuto’s shoulders and the way the corners of his mouth pull downwards when he makes eye contact with Keiji from across the gym.

He starts walking his way, though, and Keiji moves quickly to meet him.

“Hello,” Keiji says after a few seconds, because Bokuto hasn’t greeted him with his usual “Hey hey, Kaasheee!!”

Even then, Bokuto doesn’t greet him in response. He just looks down and drags the toe of his shoe across the gym floor.

“Please tell your mom I’ll pay for the new china set she wants,” he says. “Will you ask her how much it costs and let me know? I’ve been saving for some compression sleeves for my legs...” He holds out a ziplock of money, which he’d been clutching in his right hand. Keiji remarks that his arm is too straight, too stiff... “So you can give her that money to start with. It’s probably not enough but I’ll keep saving and if she’s okay with me paying her a bit at a time…”

Keiji pushes the proffered ziplock to the side. “You can give it to her yourself,” he says. “When you come over today. I doubt she’ll take it though.”

Bokuto tilts his head at him, his brow pinching in confusion. “When… I come over today?”

Keiji regards him evenly. “We never had our Balderdash re-match. Because you ran off after dinner.”

“But…” Bokuto doesn’t look any less perplexed. “But the plates.”

Keiji arches an eyebrow. “What,” he says, being sure to keep his voice cool. “You think that because you broke a few dishes at my house we’re not going to be friends anymore?”

“Well I just thought—” Bokuto begins. But then he stops. And his owl-like eyes widen. “Wait. Did you just say we’re friends?”

Keiji gawks.

He is going to smack this idiot over the head or something.

Bokuto was the one who started sitting with him at lunch—who started screaming his name like a banshee every time he saw him—who started using ridiculous nick-names… What is he being all coy for now??

“Of course we’re friends!” Keiji huffs angrily, and he thinks he actually feels his nostrils flare. “What, you think we eat lunch together every day and hang out after school because we’re mortal enemies??”

Bokuto stares.

He stares way too long for Keiji’s liking—who is really considering grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. He’s already broken character after all—already allowed cool, collected, expressionless Akaashi to slip...

Suddenly Bokuto steps toward him.

And then Bokuto’s big, broad chest is filling Keiji’s eyes, nose, mouth—even his lungs it seems. Bokuto’s arms are wrapped tightly around Keiji and god he really does need to learn to moderate his strength outside of volleyball because Keiji can't breathe and his bones are going to fracture into a million pieces if Bokuto doesn’t let go of him right now…

Bokuto lets go.

Keiji doubles over, hands on his knees, and gasps for air.

Yet as oxygen once again starts flowing into his lungs, Keiji’s chest somehow feels emptier than it did when Bokuto was all around him… And he finds himself craving another bone-crushing hug.

Simmer down Keiji, he orders himself, snidely. You’re too young to start having death wishes.

But then… even if Bokuto’s hugs don’t kill him… that blinding grin currently on his face is sure to do the trick anyway.

Keiji looks away. Because the grin isn’t only potentially lethal—it’s infectious. ---------

There’s no battle cry of “KAASHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” at lunch that day. Because Bokuto comes to Keiji’s class instead and they walk to the cafeteria together.

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It's not done! I'ma make you click on my AO3 to read the rest. ;)

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