a collection of drabbles
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“Ow!” hissed Osamu immediately, reaching up and rubbing against his face. “Watch it!”
“Sorry.” A pair of gunmetal blue eyes stared at Osamu, the color retreating back to take the shape of a face, the form of a body, the colors of white, black, and gold. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
Osamu blinked, his hand stilling against his nose. Then he sniffed and let his hand fall against his side. “Oh. Hi.”
Akaashi Keiji’s eyes narrowed a little before his brows rose in recognition. His eyes touched upon the crimson jacket over his shoulders and he gave a small, uncertain smile. “Hello.”
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in which a fox and an owl cross paths one spring day during the national volleyball championships.
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- Part 1 of a collection of drabbles
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“Thank you, by the way.”
Osamu glanced at him, blinking away the haziness of his thoughts. It took him a moment to figure it out, but Keiji was probably thanking him for sharing his umbrella earlier. “Any time.”
Keiji took a deep breath. “For this. For the date.”
This time, Osamu turned. Keiji continued to stare straight ahead as Osamu searched his features. “Is–is that what this is?”
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in which osamu and akaashi find themselves alone together in a year-ender musical festival.
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- Part 2 of a collection of drabbles
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“Hey.”
Akaashi looked up, his ears perking up at the familiar voice. When his eyes found another’s across the net that divided one team from the other, he was surprised to see Osamu standing across from him on the other side. He was hardly a picture of glory, with sweat trailing over every inch of him and drenching his jersey to his skin. But his rocket metal gray eyes were bright and alert, appraising Akaashi like he could pick him apart by look alone.
It was equal parts unnerving and comforting.
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in which an owl and a fox find their paths crossing once again.
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- Part 3 of a collection of drabbles
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“Do you believe in coincidences?” asked Akaashi. He tightened his grip against Osamu, eliciting a strangled cry from the man at his mercy. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that I came here?”
“What?” stammered Osamu. What the fuck was he saying? “I don’t know. Do you?”
Akaashi raised a brow. “What a shame. Pleasure makes you less witty.”
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- Part 4 of a collection of drabbles