Short little blurb I thought of tonight! Hope you love it 

Sometimes Akaashi has bad days. Sometimes he just lays in bed before school, a slight frown on his lips. Another day of babysitting Bokuto. Another day full of making sure that his captain is at his best. And while he appreciates the bond between the two of them, sometimes he just wants to rest. Sometimes he wants to not have to worry about Bokuto. He just wanted to worry about himself. 

“Oh no,” you said in a playful sigh when you entered the boys room, “Did I walk into Emo Akaashi?” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N,” Akaashi chuckled, raising the blanket so you could join him in the bed. You happily took your place, snuggling into his chest and resting your top leg across his legs. He sighed contently, pulling you closer to his body and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“You understand, don’t you?” he asked quietly, almost ashamed of feeling this way. You looked up at the beautiful boy with a sweet loving smile and nod. You understood how he felt. Everyone gets tired, even the strongest people. 

“I get it,” you vocalized, cupping his cheek with your hand and forcing him to look to you, “Everyone gets tired and that’s understandable. People have limits, Keiji,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “Don’t be ashamed for being human, you can only act supernatural for so long.” 

“You think I act supernatural?” he questioned with a quirked brow. 

You nodded, “You have to be if you love me.” 

“I think that’s what makes me supernatural.” 

With pink dusted cheeks, your lips met his. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you onto his lap. The kiss was passionate. It felt like snow days in elementary school, but with warm fuzzy skies. You couldn’t really explain the feelings that bubbled in you when Akaashi kisses you. All you knew is that they made youfeel supernatural. 

Our love made us supernatural.

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CHARACTERS:kageyama tobio x reader

WARNINGS: angst; fluff if you squint at the end

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a/n: i am the absolute worst i said i would post this yesterday and then i just didn’t

Also chose not to go down a completely depressing route with this one

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As you walked down the street, you thought about how different life was now than it had been a mere year ago, or how different it had been since high school. You tried to embrace change and independence.

I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit, you thought to yourself. You had to give it to yourself, you definitely had been saying “yes” instead of “no,” welcoming new opportunities into your life. The past year had been full of what felt like a one way trip down, neverending. Things had gone south so quickly, it was as if north and up were nonexistent.

But you had finally started to plateau, and surely, and slowly, there was the uphill climb. These changes and new occasions didn’t change the fact that your heart stopped for a second as you walked down the street, having to do a double take when the bus slowly drove out of its stop. You stared at across the street, thought you saw him at the bus stop—you didn’t though.

You laughed to yourself in remembrance of how awful the boy was at directions. If you had seen him at that bus stop, you were sure it wasn’t because he meant to be there.

You thought about all the things you’ve been doing since his departure from your life.

I hit the ground running each night, I hit the Sunday matinée, you listed off in your head the different things you had been up to since he was gone.

You were attempting to get out more, but you couldn’t help but acknowledge the slight pang in your chest every time your friends asked you to see a romance movie with them. Seeing the cliches and the promises, what are meant to be “epic loves” that didn’t even amount to what you and Kageyama Tobio had been in your head.

Butyou knew the greatest films of all time were never made.

The movie of you and Kageyama’s relationship would’ve started back in your third year of high school. You had never really paid much attention to the Karasuno volleyball club, but you had heard about a few of the members before. In your first year, the entire school was bustling with news about the club making it to Nationals and that was when you had first found out that your school once had a well known volleyball club. Apparently, the new team was on track of bringing back their former glory.

In your second year, you ended up in class with their team manager, Yachi Hitoka, but you hardly paid attention to her other than the few times she would be gone for evening classes because of away games.

But then, before you knew it, you paid a lot of attention to the Karasuno volleyball club. You had been dragged to a game by your friend, who had a secret crush on Tsukishima Kei for some reason you couldn’t seem to understand. It wasn’t as if the snarky blond ever gave her the time of day—but she never quite really asked for it either.

It felt like a blur after that one game. You had run into Kageyama after the game had ended at the vending machine. When the stupid machine ate your money without spitting out your drink, you had angrily banged a fist against the glass that separated you from it.

That was when Kageyama swooped in from behind you, putting in more money and clicking on the same drink, and out came both of them.

Afterwards, you noticed Kageyama around school a lot more often. It was as if he was everywhere now that you knew what his face looked like. You walked similar routes around school as one another, and small waves each other’s way began to be shared.

Small waves turned into going up and having small talk, and small talk turned into walking each other to their classrooms. Walking each other to their classrooms turned into waiting in the hallway for one another, and that one insignificant moment at a vending machine blossomed into something more.

Perhaps you should’ve thanked Tsukishima for grabbing your friend’s attention all those years ago.

Because a few months later, the Karasuno volleyball club and its alumni began to plot how to get their “King of the Court” to admit his feelings for the girl who sat in the bleachers at every game just for him.

But then college happened, bringing the both of you down different paths. Your path seemed full of what ifs and wondering, butI guess you never knowthe answers to the millions of questions running through your head. Like, what if you guys didn’t break up two years into your college experience? What if you guys just kept going on the way you had been, with him playing for Japan’s National Team while you studied at Sendai College, and barely seeing each other? What if you guys had been able to just rough it out for a little while longer?

But you had to remember that if he wanted you, he really should’ve showed.Because it wasn’t as if he put up a fight, or if he was trying to come up with alternatives to keep the relationship from meeting its demise.

You learned that without that hurt, you probably would’ve stayed the naive high school student you were when you were helplessly in love with the boy. You learned that if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. And it’s alright now.

But we were something, don’t you think so? Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool. You had to let yourself believe that despite it’s ending, you and Kageyama had something so epic together. Your last year of high school together had been full of whimsical dates and first experiences falling in love together. Perhaps you were looking out of rose colored glasses, but it really was bliss. The summer before you went to university was full of trips with his friends and alone, trying to cram in so much in so little time.

Trips to the beach together, ice skating in the winter, and everything else in between.

But if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you, you thought to yourself, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you continued down the street, trying to pull yourself out of the thoughts you were having about your ex boyfriend.

In your defense, you have none because you could never leave well enough alone. You always wanted more. More of his time, more of his affection, more of him. You would make trips to be wherever he was even though you had classes and assignments to work on, or ask him to come see you when he had breaks in between games and practice.

But it would’ve been fun if he would’ve been the one.

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You woke up with a jolt, trying to catch your breath as you sat up. You had this dream he was doing cool shit, having adventures on his own.

You heard the news—he was making it big. He was making it pro. You had graduated already, early too, and he was making his way up in the volleyball world just like you always thought he would.

You just always thought you’d be there with him.

In your dream, though, it seemed more like a nightmare. In your dream, he was famous. Had adoring fans, had millions who swore they loved him with the same intensity you had. You dreamed that he had met some woman on the internet and took her home. That he had some new model he met through social media, and brought her home to Miyagi to meet his, your,friends.

As you matured and got older, you were able to see that you and Kageyama never painted by the numbers, but you were making it count. Your impromptu dates, the nervousness and the unplanned memories. The way that you both danced around dating, and then both danced around breaking up. Nothing was done in the steps you thought they’d be. He had kissed you for the first time before he ever asked you out, a step that didn’t happen in the order it should have. Then, the two of you didn’t talk for a week. After that, you both admitted how you felt, and stole more kisses together before making it official a few weeks later.

But why would you want to paint by the numbers, follow some guidelines or some rule book that told you how to love one another?

All you did know was that the greatest loves of all time are over now.

You sighed, climbing out of bed, wondering what he was doing. He certainly wasn’tdating some internet model and taking her home to meet everyone like he had been in your dreams. No, he was too focused on volleyball. So, what was his mind on when he wasn’t playing or practicing? Did he ever think of you and how epic of a love you guys had? In the few years since the breakup, did his heart still remind him of your lingering love?

But I guess you never know. And it’s another day waking up alone.

But it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one.

You persist and resist the temptation to ask him if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

You still want to know, like you wanted to know after the breakup, a year after the breakup, and now, a few years apart, you still want to know. What if you guys had tried just a little harder, what if it could’ve been him? Would you be happier?

Would you be traveling all over with him? Would you have been able to graduate early, or would you have put your education on hold when his career starting to kickstart? You still had his number, you also still got invited to the same events as him. So, sometimes you did see him, but you would never ask. You just persist and resist. You both would ignore each other in a crowded room, finding other things to give your time and attention to than the one person in the building who probably knew them best.

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Now, you sat at a friend reunion, your chosen family. Your best friend had started to take Tsukishima during college, much do your surprise. But it felt right, like things came full circle. Her crush on him led to to Kageyama, and as life led you both away from each other, she and Tsukishima came together. There was no getting rid of Kageyama when you both shared the same friend group. Not when Hinata became one of your best friends, not when their club alumni thought of you as a little sister.

So, there you guys were, all together for the first time in so long, Rosé flowing with your chosen family.

As you sipped on your drink, sitting furthest from the setter, you wondered what it would’ve been like, coming to a reunion like this still as one unit.

Thinking that it would’ve been sweet, if for him, it could’ve been me.

But a few too many drinks in, you both found yourself gravitating towards each other again. You talked, he told you his accomplishments in person instead of secondhand from your friends. You told him about where you were with your life now.

Andin your defense, you have none for digging up the grave another time, but as he leaned in to do what he did best—stealing kisses from you—you thought about how perhaps this wasn’t dead. Maybe it wasn’t buried, wasn’t over.

It would’ve been fun if he could’ve been the one.

And by the way he texted you the next morning asking if you could meet up for lunch before he had to leave Miyagi again, you realized he was thinking the same thing.

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