Chapter Text
Akaashi took off his glasses, placed them on his desk and rubbed his temples, groaning. He could see Udai glance at him from the corner of his eye, a frown on his face. His head had been throbbing since this afternoon, the computer screen still dinging with emails from the editing team. Akaashi shut the laptop and sighed.
“I’m going to grab some food from the store,” he mumbled, “You want anything?”
Udai shook his head, “I’m good.”
“Those panels better be done by the time I get back,” Akaashi called out, as he headed out of the office.
“Yes, sir!” Udai called back.
Akaashi knew the panels wouldn’t be done, not yet. The deadline was looming now, only a few more hours until the finished edits needed to be submitted. Akaashi liked Udai, he really did, but his time-management skills were going to send Akaashi into an early grave. He took a deep breath as he stepped outside, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. The sky was already dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps that lined the street. It was quiet, with most people having already gone home. Akaashi glanced down at his watch, it was nearly midnight. Pulling his scarf tighter around his face as the breeze blew through the empty street, Akaashi dashed across to the convenience store, giving a quick nod to the cashier, who looked mildly startled by someone coming in. Akaashi scanned the shelves, grabbing four onigiri for himself, before tossing in another two into the basket for Udai. He approached the counter, placing his items on the counter. The cashier gave him a polite smile as she rang him up.
“Is that all?” she asked, as she scanned the last onigiri.
“Uh, yes,” Akaashi mumbled, glancing down at his watch again.
“Would...you like a coffee?” the girl asked, eyeing him.
“Uh, no, I’m fine, thank you,” Akaashi said.
“It’s on the house,” the girl offered.
Akaashi blinked a few times, “Uh, okay then.”
He wondered if he really looked as bad as he felt. The girl made him two coffees, giving him a reassuring smile as he bowed and thanked her. Balancing the bag full of onigiri and the coffees in his hands, he returned to the office, handing Udai a coffee and two onigiri. Udai grinned as he ripped open one. Akaashi sat back down at his desk, taking a sip of coffee and inhaling one onigiri as his phone dinged. He glanced down at the screen.
Shirofuku-san
are you going to the black jackals vs. ejp raijin?
its in osaka
pls come
its been awhile since everyones got together
Akaashi frowned at the messages, the headache forming again. Udai threw him another cautious glance as Akaashi rubbed his temples once more. When Akaashi opened his eyes, he saw the finished manga panels sitting in front of him, giving him a moment of relief.
Letting out a yawn, Akaashi glanced down at his watch. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, glancing around. He was standing outside the stadium, waiting for Shirofuku, it was a sunny day with clear skies, but the breeze nipped at Akaashi anyways, sending shivers through him.
“Akaashi-kun!” Shirofuku’s voice called out.
Turning around, he smiled as the brunette girl approached him, huffing slightly as she reached him. He jutted out his elbow, letting her link her arm through his.
“I’m glad you made it!” She said, smiling, “It’s been too long! We both live in Tokyo, but you never wanna hang out anymore.”
“Sorry, Shirofuku-san, I’ve been busy,” Akaashi sighed.
“I guess I’ll forgive you, on one condition,” Shirofuku said, still smiling.
“Let me guess,” Akaashi said, smiling again, “Onigiri Miya.”
“Onigiri Miya!” Shirofuku cheered.
Onigiri Miya was already packed by the time Shirofuku and Akaashi got inside, even though the game didn’t start for another three hours and the doors had just opened. The two of them chatted aimlessly as they waited in line, updating each other on their lives. Shirofuku rambled on about her new job as a dietitian for a local hospital not far from Akaashi’s office. Akaashi updated her on Udai and his manga Zom’bish and how Udai would probably be the reason he kicks it by thirty.
“He’s great,” Akaashi said, “But he knows how to push his luck with deadlines.”
Shirofuku hummed, “You look exhausted, is the job really that stressful?”
Akaashi shrugged, “I don’t hate it, but with my boss and all higher-ups breathing down our necks for this manga to do well, there’s definitely some pressure.”
Shirofuku nodded slowly, they were almost to the front now, “Seriously, Akaashi-kun, are you alright?” she asked, softly.
Akaashi plastered a fake smile across his face, “I’m fine Shirofuku-san, it’s not bad, I promise.”
She was quiet for another moment, they only had one person in front of them now, “You can talk to me, ya know? I know it’s been rough. I was actually a bit surprised you agreed to come.”
“Thank you, Shirofuku-san, but it’s fine, it’s been months,” Akaashi stated.
Their conversation ended as they approached the cash register.
“What will y’all be havin’? A voice asked, “Oh? Fukurodani’s setter?”
Akaashi smiled to the man facing him, the black hat covered the grey eyes that Akaashi remembered, the man’s black t-shirt, emblazoned with a white onigiri symbol over his heart.
“Miya-san,” Akaashi said, “It’s good to see you.”
Miya Osamu gave a small smile, “‘ts always nice ta see regular customers, though, ‘ts been a while.”
Akaashi nodded, “It has.”
“So, uh, ya two want ya regular orders?” Osamu asked, glancing between Akaashi and Shirofuku.
“Yes, please, four of each,” Akaashi said, handing his card.
Osamu nodded, preparing their order. The three of them lapsed into silence. Akaashi watched Osamu as he folded and filled the onigiri carefully, his hands moving fast. He packaged the eight onigiri and handed the tray to them, grinning.
“Four umeboshi ‘nd four tuna mayo, enjoy!” Osamu said.
“Thank you, Miya-san,” Akaashi said, Shirofuku taking the tray, eyes gleaming.
“It really was good ta see ya, Akaashi-kun,” Osamu called out as the two of them walked away.
Shirofuku and Akaashi each took a bite of onigiri as they sat down in their seats, Akaashi moaning softly as he savored the umeboshi onigiri.
“It’s been too long,” he mumbled, mouth full, “The onigiri in the convenience store can’t compare.”
Shirofuku snorted into her onigiri, “Get him to open a Tokyo branch.”
“I’ve tried,” Akaashi mumbled.
The two of them finished the onigiri in record speed, silence overcoming them as they ate. The warm-ups began when the two teams walked out onto court. Akaashi busied himself with his phone, leg bouncing nervously.
“When…was the last time you saw him?” Shirofuku asked, her voice steady.
Akaashi was silent for a moment before replying, “When we broke up.”
She nodded and didn’t ask anymore questions. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, and the game was starting. Akaashi pocketed his phone, turning his attention to the court. His gaze was immediately drawn to the man with silver and black spiked-up hair, the number twelve emblazoned on his jersey. Akaashi could feel his heart ache, but found himself cheering with Shirofuku as the game progressed, the MSBY Black Jackals stealing the game in straight sets. Shirofuku and Akaashi cheered when it was called, Sakusa Kiyoomi from MSBY hitting the winning point. The excitement faded fast as the game ended, Akaashi felt his heart stutter when Bokuto’s gaze sweeped the stands, his smiling shining brightly, like a star. For a moment, Akaashi thought he saw Bokuto stare at him, the smile faltering, but it was over in a blink of an eye, Akaashi told himself he had imagined it.
“You ready to go?” Shirofuku asked, as if noticing Akaashi’s change in demeanor, “We aren’t meeting up for another hour, but maybe Onigiri Miya isn’t sold out.”
Akaashi cracked a smile, “Yeah.”
They gathered their jackets and headed up the stairs, Osamu and his workers were already packing up the Onigiri Miya stand, which made Shirofuku whine.
“Sorry y’all,” Osamu laughed, “Ya can get more when I see ya next game.”
“Or, you could open a Tokyo branch,” Akaashi shot back.
Osamu barked out another laugh, Akaashi noticed how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, since he had taken the hat off, “We’re thinkin’ ‘bout it.”
“It was good to see you, Miya-san,” Akaashi said, bowing slightly.
“Good ta see ya, too,” Osamu said, nodding back.
Akaashi regretted coming out tonight, not that he hadn’t been having a good time, catching up with everyone, since it had been awhile. The giant barbecue they had ordered had easily filled his stomach and the drinks were tasty, which Akaashi was beginning to feel, the warm, buzzing feeling spreading through his body. He had been having a really good time, but then Bokuto walked in and he felt the air leave his lungs. It wasn’t like they had an overly bad breakup and it had been nearly ten months since, but it hurt still. When Bokuto sat down across from him, he could feel the air tense around them, their friends glancing at them carefully. Akaashi downed his beer a little too quickly.
“It’s good to see you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi forced out.
Bokuto grinned, but Akaashi could see it didn’t reach his eyes, “It’s good to see you too!”
“Who wants more meat?” Konoha asked, clicking the tongs.
“Oooh!” Bokuto exclaimed, “Me! Me!”
Everyone chuckled at Bokuto’s enthusiasm, even Akaashi. They managed to lapse into a polite conversation, Bokuto updating everyone about the team. Hinata still hadn’t asked out Kageyama, but apparently Atsumu was pursuing Sakusa.
Washio snorted into his beer, “I thought he was gonna kiss Sakusa when he spiked that last ball, dude is head over heels.”
Konoha shook his head, “I don’t get it, out of all people, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
Bokuto shrugged, smiling, “I think it’s cute! A nice power couple on the team!”
“Aw, just like you and Akaashi used to be!” Shirofuku hiccuped, her cheeks red.
A silence fell over the group, Akaashi turned his gaze towards the entrance, avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Shirofuku mumbled.
“I think I’m going to head out first,” Akaashi said, standing too quickly and swaying slightly.
Konoha bit his lip, “You sure?”
Akaashi snatched up his jacket, nodding, “Yeah, gotta get back to Tokyo early tomorrow.”
It was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. Akaashi headed towards the door, but a strong grip on his forearm stopped him.
“Are you going to be alright heading back?” Bokuto asked, voice soft.
Akaashi couldn’t bring himself to look into those bright, gold eyes, “I’ll be fine, Bokuto-san. It was good to see everyone,” he said, shrugging off Bokuto’s hand.
He didn’t look back as he exited the restaurant. The cold night air smacked him in the face as he stepped outside and put on his jacket, shivering. It wasn’t unwelcomed, it felt somewhat refreshing and helped Akaashi clear his head. He typed the address of his hotel and pulled up directions, starting his walk back. Keeping his head down, he weaved through people who were still out and about, navigating his way down the street.
“Akaashi? Akaashi Keiji?” someone called out.
Akaashi paused, he recognized the voice. Lifting his head, he saw Osamu standing in front of the closed Onigiri Miya. He was no longer dressed in his usual attire, but a plain white t-shirt that hugged his chest and torso and a pair of jeans that were covered in stains. Akaashi blinked a few times, before tearing his eyes away from the way Osamu’s biceps bulged and looking Osamu in the face.
“Miya-san?” Akaashi replied.
Osamu looked Akaashi up and down, his grey eyes meeting Akaashi’s blue ones. Akaashi looked away.
“Ya look like shit,” Osamu said.
Akaashi couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him, “Thank you, Miya-san,” he deadpanned.
“Where ya headed?” Osamu asked, placing his hands on his hips.
Akaashi pointedly did not look at Osamu’s arms again, or the way his broad shoulders led down to a slim waist, his thighs straining against the jeans.
“Uh, back to my hotel,” Akaashi replied.
“Want a ride?” Osamu asked, gesturing to the green pick-up truck that was parked on the street.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Akaashi mumbled.
“Ya sure?” Osamu asked, looking uneasy.
“Yes, I think I might stay out a bit longer, actually,” Akaashi replied.
Osamu shifted on his feet, “If ya want...ya can come over. I...have some wine, I could cook somethin’ fer ya,” he offered.
Akaashi wanted to say no, that he really was fine, that he might actually head home, that they didn’t know each other well and he didn’t want to intrude, “Okay,” is what he ended up saying. Which is how he found himself in Osamu’s pick-up truck, riding back to his apartment. Akaashi stared out the window, watching Osaka pass them by. Fiddling with his thumbs, Akaashi glanced over at Osamu, whose eyes were trained on the road ahead.
“So, why did you invite me over?” Akaashi asked, looking back out the window.
Osamu was silent for a moment, “Well, ya do look like shit ‘nd I thought ya might want some company.”
Akaashi snorted softly, but didn’t offer a reply. After a few moments of silence, Osamu pulled into a parking garage and parked the truck. The two of them climbed out, Osamu holding the door leading into the apartment building open for Akaashi. They silently entered the elevator, letting it take them up to Osamu’s apartment. Osamu opened the door to his apartment, letting Akaashi in.
The apartment was spacious, that was the first thing Akaashi noticed. The second thing was Osamu’s kitchen. It took up almost half of the main room, the other half being the living room. An array of colorful kitchen utensils were lined along the white backsplash, the island with white marble countertops and white stools to match. The kitchen floor was simple, black tiles. Akaashi stood in the hallway, staring at it, it easily surpassed the kitchenette in Akaashi’s apartment. On the other hand, the living room was simple, with hardwood floors and a couch against the wall with a coffee table in the middle and a TV sitting on a stand.
Osamu was slipping off his sneakers and Akaashi did the same. They moved into the kitchen, Akaashi settling himself down on one of the stools. Osamu leaned against the island, eyeing him.
“Your kitchen is bigger than my apartment,” Akaashi remarked.
Osamu chuckled, “Yeah, I, uh, designed it myself, when I moved. What did ya wanna eat?”
Akaashi opened his mouth to reply, but Osamu held up his hand to cut him off, “Not onigiri, ya gotta try somethin’ else.”
Akaashi closed his mouth, thinking, “What...do you have?”
“Just ‘bout anythin’,” Osamu replied, grinning.
“How about tamagoyaki?” Akaashi asked.
“Alrighty, comin’ right up, I got white and red wine in the fridge if ya want any,” Osamu said, pulling out a pan and the eggs from the fridge.
Akaashi awkwardly got up and opened the fridge again, he grabbed the white wine and closed the fridge again, noticing two glasses on the counter. Osamu had already begun cooking, folding the eggs careful, humming softly. Akaashi uncorked the wine and poured it into the glasses, handing one to Osamu, who thanked him, and sat back down.
“So, what have ya been up to?” Osamu asked, his back still Akaashi.
Akaashi frowned, sighing, “Just work, really. Udai-san and I have the higher-ups breathing down our necks right now, so it’s been a lot of late nights.”
Osamu nodded, “Is that why ya haven’t been ‘round?”
Akaashi grimaced, “Something like that.”
Osamu didn’t push it, he plated the tamagoyaki, handing one plate to Akaashi, smiling, “Here ya go!”
Akaashi folded his hands, “Itadakimasu,” he murmured and heard Osamu do the same. He dug into the tamagoyaki, taking a big bite. Even though he had eaten a lot at the barbeque restaurant, he found himself inhaling the tamagoyaki.
“This is really good,” Akaashi said, “Send my compliments to the chef.”
Osamu tossed his head back and laughed, “I will! I’m glad ya like it.”
Akaashi cracked a smile as he took a sip of wine, having easily finished the tamagoyaki. They sat in silence again, Osamu still eating.
“Uh, so, how is Onigiri Miya going?” Akaashi asked, in an attempt to break the silence.
“Really good,” Osamu replied, “Sales have been through the roof.”
“So, does this mean you’ll open a Tokyo branch soon?” Akaashi asked, smirking slightly.
Osamu chuckled, “‘It’s in the works.”
“Alright.”
The two of them finished their wine and food in a comfortable silence. Osamu cleared off the island, Akaashi offered to do the dishes, but Osamu stopped him.
“Naw, yer my guest, go sit ‘nd find somethin’ on the TV, I got it,” Osamu said, taking the dishes from Akaashi’s hands.
Akaashi frowned and stood there for a moment, debating about arguing with Osamu, but thought better of it and shuffled his way to the couch, sitting down and propping his feet up on the coffee table. A wave of exhaustion washed over Akaashi, as he sank into the sofa with a small sigh, his eyes heavy. He checked his phone, having put it on silent since leaving the restaurant. He had missed messages from Shirofuku and Bokuto, as well as one from Udai. He ignored Shirofuku and Bokuto’s messages, clicking on Udai’s.
Udai-san
Hey!! I sent the final draft to your email
Don’t check it like I know you’re about to. It can wait.
Have a nice break!! And actually make it a break!
I don’t want to hear from you about anything until you get back.
Akaashi rolled his eyes at the messages and scoffed to himself, closing the message and tapping on his email. A hand snatched the phone from him, Akaashi squawking in protest.
“Lemme guess, yer about to check yer email from work?” Osamu said, standing over Akaashi, one hand on his hip as he squinted at Akaashi’s phone, “Wow, looks like I was right.”
“Can I have my phone back?” Akaashi grumbled.
“Nope!” Osamu said, popping the ‘p’, “Like I said, ya look like shit ‘nd I’m guessin’ work is probably part o’ it, so nah, we’re gonna sit here ‘nd watch TV and not talk about work.”
Akaashi gawked at the man, who was grinning ear to ear, looking too triumphant about it. He watched in silent horror as Osamu pocketed his phone, sitting down next to Akaashi, remote in hand. Akaashi crossed his arms and pouted.
“Quit poutin’,” Osamu said, nudging him, “What ya wanna watch?”
Akaashi shrugged, “I don’t know, I haven’t watched much TV lately.”
Osamu hummed as he scrolled through Netflix, “Let’s watch this,” he said, as he put on the Great British Bake Off .
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about work,” Akaashi muttered.
“ We ain’t, but this show is nice ‘nd calmin’, besides, ‘m watching it fer ideas, not to talk about the ideas,” Osamu countered.
“Fine,” Akaashi sighed, defeated.
Osamu giggled in triumph, starting the show.
Osamu was surprised, to say the least, when he saw Akaashi walking down the street, looking a few seconds away from passing out. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to invite Akaashi to his apartment, but that’s how he found himself cooking for the man and sitting next to him on the couch, watching TV. The other man had fallen asleep within the first few minutes of the episode starting and Osamu couldn’t blame him, the guy looked utterly exhausted when they ran into each other. He had for a while, Osamu remembered, he always looked tired when he had come to the MSBY Black Jackals games to cheer on Bokuto. Then he had suddenly stopped and Osamu hadn’t seen him until this last game. Osamu had wanted to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t find the courage to do so. They had never been that close and much of what Osamu had learned had been through Atsumu, who learned it from Bokuto. Osamu sighed and pulled out his phone, ignoring the TV in the background.
The Better Looking Twin
do you know anything about akaashi
Asstsumu
????
why are you asking about him
also why are you awake
your old go to bed
The Better Looking Twin
*you’re
also were literally the same age you go to bed
and im just curious
Asstsumu
whatever
but seriously
why are you asking about him suddenly
The Better Looking Twin
hes in my apartment right now
asleep
Asstsumu
hes what????
The Better Looking Twin
its a long story
Asstsumu
you gonna give me the whole story later?
The Better Looking Twin
no
Asstsumu
then im not telling you shit
The Better Looking Twin
…
fine
Asstsumu
tbh i dont know much
i know him and bokkun broke up a while ago
after that he kinda dropped off the face of the earth
no one really knew what he was up to
i know he met up w some old teammates tonight
bokkun included
bokkun did look sad when he came back
but thats all i got
The Better Looking Twin
him and bokuto broke up???
Asstsumu
i definitely mentioned this to you
The Better Looking Twin
what makes you think i actually listen to what you say
Asstsumu
fair point
can you explain to me why hes in your apartment now
The Better Looking Twin
no
[Asstsumu has been Blocked]
Osamu put his phone down next to him, glancing over at Akaashi. The other man was still dead asleep next to him, his glasses slightly tilted on his face. Osamu bit his lip and sighed to himself, getting up from the couch. Wandering to his bedroom, he flicked on the light, changing into a clean pair of pajamas and heading to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He went back into the living room, where Akaashi was still asleep, now curled into a ball. Osamu ran a hand down his face, sighing to himself again. Tiptoeing over to the couch, he paused, before tucking an arm under Akaashi’s knees, the other securing around his shoulders. Carefully, he lifted him, praying to every god and maybe Kita, that the other man didn’t wake. Whichever god answered, probably Kita, the other man didn’t stir. Osamu let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, somewhat surprised by how light Akaashi felt in his arms as he shuffled his way to the bedroom. Managing to pull the covers back, he gently put Akaashi down, pulling the covers over him.
Akaashi awoke to light pouring in from his window. He groaned softly, blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness of the room. Pulling the covers up, he buried himself into the bed, not wanting to get up, closing his eyes again. Taking a deep breath, before letting out a sigh, Akaashi opened his eyes, the sheets smelled different than usual. With a jolt, Akaashi sat up. He looked around the room, noticing his glasses on the bedside table, folded up, next to his phone, which had been plugged in and charged. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, looking around the room. Its walls were light grey, not the white Akaashi’s were. The room was also too spacious and too clean, the bed too big. He could hear someone else shuffling in the other room as well. The memory of coming over to Osamu’s hit Akaashi, then. Akaashi put his head in his hands and sighed, trying to remember what floor they were on, considering going out the window. Eventually, he forced himself to get out of the bed, glancing at his phone. He picked it up and unplugged it, checking the time and swearing silently as the clock flashed that it was almost noon. His train had left at ten.
“Good mornin’,” a rough voice said, as Akaashi exited the bedroom.
Akaashi avoided eye contact with Osamu, “Good morning.”
He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, staring at the couch that had a pillow and blanket on it from where Osamu had slept last night, feeling guilty. He could see Osamu out of the corner of his eye in the kitchen, making breakfast.
“Didja sleep well?” Osamu asked.
“Yes...I did,” Akaashi replied.
Then, he froze. He didn’t remember getting into Osamu’s bed, or even Osamu offering to let him take the bed. All he remembered was sitting down on the couch. He really didn’t want to think about how he ended up in Osamu’s bed, he could already feel his cheeks heating up. He snuck a glance at Osamu, his back was to him, the other man focused on cooking and seemingly unbothered by the fact Akaashi had slept over.
“Want some breakfast?” Osamu asked.
Akaashi wanted to say no, that he really needed to go, but the food smelled delicious, “Sure.”
Osamu handed him a plate and Akaashi took a seat at the kitchen table, picking up his chopsticks. The two of them ate in silence, until they finished their meals.
“Uh...um...thank you, Miya-san,” Akaashi said, as Osmau cleared the dishes again, “But, I should...get going.”
Osamu nodded, “Do ya need a ride? Back ta the hotel or anythin’?”
Akaashi blinked, “Uh...no, I should be fine.”
Osamu turned and stared at Akaashi, expression unreadable, “Ya sure? I don’t mind, shop’s closed today anyways.”
“I’m fine, thank you,” Akaashi said, looking away.
Osamu leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, frowning. Akaashi glanced at him and looked away again, sighing.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Akaashi asked, regretting the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.
Osamu raised his eyebrows, looking slightly taken aback, “Do I need a reason to be nice to ya?”
Akaashi stared at the couch, mouth twitching, “I guess not.”
“So, will ya let me take ya to the hotel?” Osamu asked.
The drive to the hotel was silent, Akaashi staring out the window, not looking at Osamu. Osamu, however, kept glancing at him, frown still on his face. He tried to think about what could be going on in Akaashi’s head, but he really couldn’t figure it out, unless he wanted to ask. Something told him that he wouldn’t get a response. Osamu snuck another glance at Akaashi, grip tightening on the steering wheel, thinking back to what Atsumu had texted him, how Akaashi had dropped off the face of the earth. Osamu wanted to know what happened, he figured he should probably unblock Atsumu if he wanted to find out. He pulled into the hotel parking lot, parking the truck. Akaashi opened the door and climbed out.
“Thank you, Miya-san,” Akaashi said.
“Wait,” Osamu said, pulling out his phone, “Give me yer number.”
Akaashi stared at him for a moment, “Why?”
“So I can text ya if ’m ever in Tokyo. Ya know, opening an Onigiri Miya branch there,” Osamu replied, grinning.
Akaashi snorted and rolled his eyes, but took Osamu’s phone and typed in his number, “Here. Again, thank you.”
“Yer welcome, I had a nice time.”
Akaashi gave a ghost of a smile, “Me too.”
The door closed as Akaashi left and went into the hotel. Osamu watched from the rearview mirror as he disappeared into the building, before heading home. Once he got home, Osamu flopped down onto his couch, pulling out his phone and unblocking Atsumu, who immediately called him. Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose before answering.
“Didja fuckin’ block me?” Atsumu yelled.
Osamu held the phone away from him, sighing, “No.”
“Liar! My messages weren’t goin’ through!” Atsumu whined.
“Maybe ya just had bad service.”
A snort, “Whatever. Akaashi still there?”
“Nah, he left.”
“Okay. So why was he there? Did anythin’ happen?”
Osamu let out another pained sigh, “I invited him over, no, nothin’ happened. We just hung out.”
“Uh-huh...and?”
“And?”
“Why’d ya invite him over, like c’mon, explain.”
Osamu thought about blocking him again, but just rolled his eyes instead, “I don’t know. He just...was walkin’ down the street ‘nd I was closin’ up...he just...dunno...looked like he needed some company. That’s all.”
Atsumu was silent for a moment, “Needed some company?”
“Yeah.”
Atsumu hummed, “Well, I did talk ta Bokkun, apparently, that was the first time anyones’ seen Akaashi in a while. Bokkun didn’t say much else...but...dude looked seriously worried.”
Osamu frowned at that, “...Worried?”
“Yeah, like I said, he didn’t really say anything else, so I can’t help ya there. So...y’all just hung out?”
“Yeah? Made him some food ‘nd we watched TV.”
“But ya said he fell asleep?”
“And? After he fell asleep, I just carried him ta bed ‘nd slept on the couch.”
Atsumu was silent for a beat, “Didja just say ya carried him to bed ?”
“I wasn’t gonna just leave him on the couch ‘nd I didn’t wanna wake him.”
“Oh my god.”
“It’s not like that.”
“ Oh my god , that’s adorable , ‘Samu.”
“‘M hangin’ up now.”
“Wait, no I didn’t get ta tell ya what Omi-kun said ta me--”
Osamu ended the call as quickly as he could, cursing himself for mentioning that he carried Akaashi to bed. Atsumu would never let him live that down now.
Akaashi leaned his head against the window of the bullet train, watching as the blurred trees and sky moved past him. He desperately tried not to think about the amount of money he spent on the late fees for checking out of the hotel after eleven and the money he spent on the train ticket, plus the money he wasted on the other ticket. However, at the forefront of his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. It had been a while since he spent time hanging out with someone like that, to have someone care for him, for him to let someone care for him. He glanced down at his phone for the millionth time, the unread messages from Shirofuku and Bokuto still waiting for him. Akaashi sighed and opened them.
Shirofuku-san [12:34am]
akaashi are you alright??
no ones seen you come back to the hotel??
[9:45am]
akaashi???
the train is about to leave where are you??
Akaashi [1:23pm]
I'm alright
I just overslept
Sorry for worrying you
Akaashi paused another moment, before forcing himself to open Bokuto’s message.
Bokuto-san [11:56pm]
akaashi...are you okay?
im sorry if i made you uncomfortable
please let me know when you get back to the hotel
Akaashi [1:24pm]
Sorry Bokuto-san, I fell asleep.
I’m headed back to Tokyo now.
Akaashi put his phone away, staring back out the window. He could feel his eyelids drooping as sleep threatened to take hold of him. He felt his phone vibrate as a message came in, glancing down, he saw it was from Shirofuku and also noticed he still had an hour left. That was enough time for a nap.
When Akaashi awoke, the announcement that the train had arrived in Tokyo, jolting him awake, he had four missed calls from Shirofuku and one from an unknown number. Akaashi groaned softly as he stood, stretching. He grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment and made his way onto the platform, exiting the station.
“Hello?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his other hand.
“Oh thank god, you’re alive!” Shirofuku chirped.
“Sorry, I fell asleep on the train,” Akaashi said, stifling a yawn.
“I don’t understand how you can fall asleep on trains, but that’s besides the point,” Shirofuku said, Akaashi could already regret this phone call, “So, not only did you miss the train this morning, thanks for abandoning me, by the way, you also did not come back to the hotel last night. What were you doing?”
“I visited a friend,” Akaashi replied.
“A friend? Or like, a friend ? Although, you don’t strike me as the person to randomly hook up with someone.”
Akaashi let out a loud sigh, “Shirofuku-san, please, I didn’t do anything like that, it was just someone I knew in highschool.”
“Newsflash, we went to the same school. I was literally your team’s manager. You don’t talk to people from highschool. Who was it?”
Akaashi rolled his eyes, “Miya Osamu. He was from Inarizaki.”
“Yeah, I know who he is, we saw him at the game, he’s the owner of Onigiri Miya.”
“We just hung out,” Akaashi said, feeling oddly defensive, “That’s all.”
“Sure. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You scared us, you know? Disappearing like that. I also...wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have brought up you and Bokuto like that.”
“It’s fine, Shirofuku-san. I’ve moved on. I’m sorry for worrying you. Anyways, I have to go, I’m about to get on the subway,” Akaashi mumbled.
“Okay...let’s meet up for lunch soon, alright?”
“Yeah.”
Akaashi ended the call, sighing to himself. He noticed that the unknown caller had left a text message, too. Frowning, Akaashi checked the message.
Unknown Number
hey this is osamu
just wanted to make sure you got back to tokyo safely!
Akaashi
Hi Miya-san, I made it back to Tokyo safely, thank you.
Miya-san
please call me osamu
Akaashi
I will call you by your first name when you finally open an Onigiri Miya in Tokyo.
Miya-san
damn youre persistent
but fine we have a deal!
see you soon
Akaashi blinked at Osamu’s last message a few times as he sat down on the subway, trying to figure out what Osamu meant by ‘see you soon’.
Akaashi pushed the door open to his office, balancing the coffees in one hand. Udai looked up as Akaashi entered, grinning widely.
“You’re back!” Udai cheered, throwing his arms in the air.
“Hi, Udai-san,” Akaashi replied, smiling.
“How was your break?” Udai asked, as Akaashi handed him a coffee.
“It was nice,” Akaashi said, shrugging, as he sat down at his desk, across from Udai.
Udai propped his elbows up on the table, resting his chin in his hands, “Just nice?”
Akaashi eyed him as he took a sip of coffee, “Yes?”
“You didn’t...like, hang out with anyone? You know...like ‘a friend’?” Udai asked, still grinning.
Akaashi lowered his coffee and narrowed his eyes, “How did you…” he started, before sighing, “Actually, I don’t want to know, I got your final drafts, how’s the next chapter going?”
Udai pouted and crossed his arms, “It’s...going. Also you owe me lunch!”
Akaashi raised an eyebrow, “What for?”
“I got my final drafts in on time!” Udai countered.
“That’s literally what is expected of you,” Akaashi snorted.
Udai continued pouting, “Please?”
Akaashi rolled his eyes fondly, “Fine.”
Udai grinned, the two of them settling into their work.
Akaashi rubbed his face, groaning. It had been a little over a month since he ran into Osamu, getting absorbed into work again. Udai was curled into his chair, asleep. If someone asked, Akaashi would deny that the two of them had been there all night, although the mound of coffee cups in the trash can would say otherwise. They were trying to meet yet another deadline, Akaashi let out a yawn as he glanced at his phone, the time flashing that it was nearly eleven in the morning. They only had an hour left. Akaashi took another gulp of the fresh coffee sitting on his desk, doing one last review of the draft Udai had pumped out thirty minutes ago, deciding that it was good enough, Akaashi closed his laptop and sighed, laying his head down on his desk. He desperately wanted to take a nap.
“Akaashi-san?” a voice whispered.
Akaashi lifted his head to see the receptionist smiling sheepishly at him, “There’s someone here to see you,” they said.
Akaashi blinked at them, eyes widening in surprise as Osamu walked into the office, bowing.
“Miya-san?” Akaashi blurted out, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m lookin’ fer Onigiri Miya locations here,” Osamu replied, grinning.
“In...Tokyo?” Akaashi asked, dumbfounded.
“Yeah.”
“So...why are you here...at my work? How did you find my office?” Akaashi asked, glancing at Udai for help, but the other man was still asleep.
Osamu blinked at him, putting his hands in his jean pockets, “Ya’ve mentioned where ya work before and I...uh...don’t know Tokyo very well and was wonderin’ if ya wanted...to help?”
“He’d love to!” Udai said.
Akaashi whipped his head around to glare at him, when had the man woken up?
“I mean...I don’t wanna trouble ya...ya look like ya’ve had a rough night…” Osamu mumbled, eyeing the trash can.
“I’ll help you,” Akaashi found himself saying, “If you don’t mind going back to my apartment so I can at least change clothes.”
“That’s not a problem,” Osamu said, smiling.
Akaashi gestured for Osamu to follow him, throwing another glare at Udai as they left, who only gave him a grin and thumbs up. As soon as they exited the building, Akaashi welcomed the fresh air, as he took a deep breath, he looked over at Osamu. He was dressed in a plain pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with the white Onigiri Miya logo stitched onto it. Akaashi already knew he looked a lot more put together than he did.
“It’s, uh, only a five minute walk to my apartment,” Akaashi said.
Osamu nodded, “Alright.”
The two of them walked side-by-side in an awkward silence, Akaashi snuck glances at Osamu, who was gazing around the street. Akaashi grabbed the other man’s forearm to stop him from bumping into somebody.
“You’re acting like you’ve never been to Tokyo before,” Akaashi snorted.
Osamu gave a sheepish grin, “It’s been awhile.”
Akaashi huffed out a half-laugh, nodding his head in the direction of a building a few feet ahead, “This is it.”
Osamu followed him up the stairs, Akaashi realizing he couldn’t remember the last time he had actually cleaned his apartment.
“Uh, excuse the mess,” he mumbled, as he unlocked the door to his fourth floor apartment.
Akaashi internally cringed at himself for the mess that was his apartment. It was a small studio apartment, with his unmade bed shoved into one corner and a desk next to it, covered in stacks of paper. Clothes were strewn across the floor, while take-out containers and dishes covered the kitchen counters. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Osamu surveyed his place.
“Homey,” he commented.
Akaashi rolled his eyes, “It’s just an apartment,” he mumbled, as he sorted through his closet for a clean pair of pants and a shirt, while Osamu sat down on his bed, eyes still roaming around the small space, “I’m going to change.”
“Take yer time,” Osamu said.
Akaashi walked over to the bathroom and locked the door, grimacing when he saw his reflection in the mirror. His hair was disheveled and unruly, sticking up in several directions. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual from the lack of sleep. Akaashi scoffed at himself as he changed into a clean t-shirt that wasn’t coffee stained and a pair of black jeans, before quickly brushing his teeth and exiting the bathroom.
“Alright, I’m ready,” he said.
Osamu stood up from where he had been sitting, “Wanna get some lunch, first?”
Akaashi shrugged, “Sure.”
“Cool, I found a place close by, it sells coffee,” Osamu said.
Akaashi cracked a small smile, “Great.”
The café was crowded at this time, Akaashi and Osamu found themselves wedged into a small table in the corner next to the window, seated across from each other. Akaashi had already finished the pre-made tuna sandwich he bought and was sipping on his coffee, as Osamu stared at his phone, looking at available locations to look at for Onigiri Miya.
“You’re really opening a Tokyo branch?” Akaashi asked, for a third time.
Osamu chuckled, “Yup.”
Akaashi hummed as he took another sip, staring out the window, watching as people bustled down the sidewalk, “What made you decide?”
“I want ya ta call me Osamu,” Osamu replied, giving a cheeky grin, “I’m only kiddin’, kinda, but I think now’s a good time. Onigiri Miya is doin’ well, ‘nd I miss Tokyo. Haven’t really been back since Nationals.”
“Ah yes, third year of highschool when Inarizaki wrecked Fukurodani and promptly ended my volleyball career,” Akaashi muttered.
Osamu looked up at that, eyes wide with surprise, “Someone sounds bitter.”
Akaashi snorted, “I’m joking, Miya-san, it sucked then, obviously, but it’s been years, if I really was that bitter about it, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.”
Osamu let out a low whistle, “Yer scary Akaashi-kun. I thought ya was scary in high school ‘nd ya still scary now.”
Akaashi stared at him, mouth open in shock, “Scary?”
Osamu nodded, eyebrows furrowed in thought, a small frown on his face, “Yeah. I mean, Bokkun was intimidatin’, fer obvious reasons. But ya, ya were quiet and controlled all the time, never could tell what ya was thinkin’, never knew what ya was gonna do next. Every time I looked at ya, I got shivers, I had never seen eyes look so deadly before, like one look from ya could kill someone. Bokkun may have been the star of Fukurodani, but ya were the reason he got to shine. Ya were like a shadow, unnoticeable, until someone shined a light, then ya appeared. But...now, ya scary fer a different reason. Still can’t tell what yer thinkin’ ‘nd yer gaze could probably still kill someone, but yer not a shadow anymore, yer more...I dunno.”
Akaashi blinked several times, mouth open, but he was unable to find the words to say. Osamu had gone back to looking at his phone, scrolling through locations, and Akaashi glanced down at his coffee cup.
“Oh, whatcha think of this one?” Osamu asked, handing the phone to Akaashi.
“I know where this is,” Akaashi said, swiping through the photos, “It’s not far, maybe a ten minute subway ride.”
“Perfect, ya ready to go?” Osamu asked, getting up.
Akaashi eyed the other man for a moment, trying to gauge what was going through Osamu’s head, the other man not looking at him, “Yeah.”
If Osamu was not standing in the middle of Tokyo, touring an available space for Onigiri Miya, with a real estate agent next to him and Akaashi near him, he would be screaming right now. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he told Akaashi in the coffee shop, the way Akaashi had stared at him, the way his cheeks had dusted the lightest shade of pink, Osamu hadn’t actually looked him directly in the eyes since then, regretting the fact he had said all that. Well, he didn’t actually regret the words he said, but he couldn’t get over that he probably freaked Akaashi out by bringing up how he thought about him in high school. They hadn’t been close, just rivals at different schools both vying for the top spot at Nationals, but Osamu had watched Akaashi throughout those years, enamored by him, the way he held himself on the court, the way he knew how to perfectly set for Bokuto, the way if you weren’t looking for him, you wouldn’t notice him until it was too late. Overall that, though, Osamu distinctly remembered how Akaashi had glared at him the last time they ever played each other. The way his face had contorted into an absolute subtle fury, since Osamu had been the one to score the winning point. The way Akaashi had off-handedly mentioned that was the end of his volleyball career. Osamu couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, it was his fault.
“What do you think, Miya-san?” Akaashi asked.
Osamu jumped slightly, his train of thought being suddenly interrupted, “Huh?”
Akaashi blinked at him, expression blank, “I asked what you thought of this place.”
“I like it, it’s a good location ‘nd got a lot of foot traffic ‘round here,” Osamu replied, looking away from him.
“I have several people looking at this place, so I can’t guarantee it’ll be available for long,” the real estate agent said, staring at a tablet in their hands, “I’ve got another appointment coming in soon, too.”
“I’ll take it,” Osamu blurted out.
Akaashi and the real estate agent whipped their heads around to look at him, both wearing expressions of surprise.
“Okay, I can set up an appointment with you and your husband tomorrow to come by my office and sign the paperwork,” the agent said, tapping away on their tablet.
“We aren’t married,” Osamu and Akaashi said in unison, not looking at each other.
The agent looked at him, then Akaashi, eyebrows raised, “Oh, I apologize for assuming, can you come in tomorrow at three?”
“Yes,” Osamu said, looking anywhere, but at the agent or Akaashi.
“Okay, here’s my card, you can call me if you get lost, or anything,” the agent replied, smiling.
Osamu and Akaashi exited the building in silence, Osamu looked over his shoulder to see if the agent was nearby, “I can’t believe I just did that,” he blurted out, “‘Tsumu is gonna kill me.”
Akaashi gave a half-chuckle, “Congratulations, Miya-san.”
Osamu turned to look at Akaashi, who was smiling softly at him, “Hey...why ya still callin’ me Miya-san? Ya said ya’d call me Osamu if I opened a branch here.”
Akaashi blinked at him, feigning a look of innocence, “You only purchased the building, the branch isn’t open yet.”
Osamu gawked at him, “Yer a petty bastard!”
He felt something swell in his chest as he watched Akaashi break into a full, genuine smile, tossing his head back and letting out a loud laugh, “Yes, I am, Miya-san .”
Osamu found himself cracking a grin as well, shaking his head and chuckling, “Well, what do we do now?”
Akaashi hummed, “We should celebrate.”
“Ain’t it a little early to be drinking? It’s only four in the afternoon,” Osamu said, surprised.
Akaashi shrugged, “More time to celebrate, then.”
Osamu watched in glee, laughing heartily, as Akaashi choked on the beer he was drinking, patting the other man’s back. The two of them had been sitting at a bar for several hours now and Osamu was feeling warm and tingly.
“There’s no way. There’s no fucking way,” Akaashi rasped out, shaking his head.
“I’m tellin’ ya the truth,” Osamu replied, giggling.
“You can’t just look me in the eyes and inform me that Atsumu’s first kiss was Kita , like how? There’s no way,” Akaashi said, shaking his head adamantly.
“Listen, I didn’t believe ‘im either, ‘til I finally asked Kita-san, ‘nd he told me that yes, he was Atsumu's first kiss,” Osamu said, taking another sip of beer.
Akaashi shook his head again, taking another gulp of beer, “I don’t get it. Why would Kita let him, your brother’s hair was the color of piss back then!”
Osamu barked out a laugh, “I dunno. Ya’d hafta ask him.”
Akaashi sighed, downing the rest of his beer, “At least he finally learned how to use toner in his hair.”
Osamu smiled to himself as Akaashi ran a hand down his face, still in disbelief, as the waitress came by and handed them two more beers, giving them a wink. Osamu winked back and Akaashi pretended to gag next to him.
“Alrighty then, who was yer first kiss, ‘Kaashi-kun?” Osamu asked, eyeing him.
Akaashi looked over at him, expression blank again, “Kenma.”
Osamu blinked at him slowly, “Kenma?... Nekoma’s setter ?”
Akaashi nodded, smiling, “First year of high school. He was my first boyfriend, too.”
Osamu blinked rapidly at him now, processing the information, “Wait, what? Bokuto wasn’t yer first boyfriend?”
Osamu didn’t miss how Akaashi's face scrunched up slightly at the mention of his ex’s name, “No, Kenma and I dated briefly in our first year of high school. Our schools held a training camp over the summer, we got to know each other there. On the last night of that training camp, him and I were just hanging out together on the roof of the gym, I don’t remember what we were talking about now, but Kenma looked at me and asked if he could kiss me and I said yes. We ended up dating for a few months after that,” Akaashi explained, shrugging.
Osamu blinked at him, “Huh...cute.”
Akaashi cracked a smile at that, “I guess, although he’s very happy with Kuroo-san now and I'm happy for them. What about you, Miya-san?”
Osamu sighed, “It was Sunarin, ‘Tsumu kept makin’ fun of me fer not havin’ my first kiss ‘nd one day I just got fed up, grabbed Sunarin by the cheeks ‘nd kissed him right in front of ‘Tsumu when we were all walkin’ home after practice. ‘Tsumu lost it, but Sunarin thought it was funny, we dated fer like a year after that. Heard he just started talkin’ to...uh...Washio?”
Akaashi whipped his head and gawked at him, “Washio? Like from my old school? Like Washio from Fukurodani?”
“Yeah, him! They both play fer EJP Raijin.”
Akaashi blinked at him, “What the fuck? I mean...good for them, I guess.”
“Yeah, he seems pretty happy ‘bout it. Imma see him soon, though, ‘Tsumu, Sunarin, ‘nd I are going back to Hyogo fer the holidays, I’ll get more information then,” Osamu replied, stifling a yawn.
“Are you getting tired?” Akaashi asked.
Osamu shook his head, “Naw, ‘M fine, what are yer plans fer the holidays?”
Akaashi looked away from him, his hands fumbling with the glass in front of him, “Oh, uh, I don’t have any.”
“Ya could come with me,” Osamu blurted out.
Akaashi chuckled at that, “Thank you, Miya-san, but I might commit a murder if I am in a room with you and Atsumu-san.”
“What? Are ya sayin’ I’m insufferable or somethin’?” Osamu replied, pouting.
“No, but you and Atsumu-san at the same time would be. You two drove me insane in high school and I barely knew you,” Akaashi retorted.
Osamu frowned at that, resting his chin in his hand, nudging Akaashi, “Do ya hate me?”
Akaashi’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes wide, “What?”
“Fer high school, ya said I ended yer volleyball career,” Osamu mumbled.
“I said Inarizaki ended it,” Akaashi replied, voice soft, “You just happened to win the final point. I was really pissed then and I’m pretty sure if you asked me back then, I would have replied yes. But, that was years ago, I don’t hate you.”
Osamu nodded, still feeling uneasy, “Why’d ya stop playin’ volleyball?”
Akaashi pursed his lips, “That’s a story for another time.”
“Ya know, when I told ‘Tsumu I was gonna stop playin’ volleyball ‘nd pursue openin’ a restaurant, we got into a huge fight. I mean, ‘Tsumu ‘nd I fight a lot...but this one was bad, we didn’t speak to each other after graduatin’ fer like...a whole six months. He had left to join the Black Jackals ‘nd I went to culinary school. I think it was the worst six months of my life,” Osamu whispered.
Akaashi stared at him, his eyes searching Osamu’s face, “I think it might be time to head out, yeah?” he murmured.
Osamu gave him a small smile, “Yeah.”
Akaashi gave him a warm smile in return, helping him to his feet. The two of them stumbled back to Akaashi’s apartment, chattering mindlessly and giggling the whole way there.
“Fuck,” Akaashi mumbled, as they reached his place, “It’s still a mess.”
“‘S alright, I can help clean,” Osamu offered, leaning against the wall.
Akaashi looked him up and down, a frown on his face, “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“C’mon, we can have a cleanin’ party,” Osamu said, giggling.
Akaashi snorted, smiling, “Yeah, okay,” he said, opening the door.
Osamu could feel Akaashi’s eyes on him from where he was sitting on the floor.
“Are you...having fun?” Akaashi asked, stifling a laugh.
Osamu turned to look at him, blinking away the way his vision swam, “I’m havin’a grand ole time,” he mumbled.
“You’re just sorting my laundry,” Akaashi whispered, mildly horrified.
Osamu giggled as he tossed another pair of black jeans into the dark clothes pile, nodding his head along to the music that was coming from Akaashi’s speaker.
“Miya-san, how much did you have to drink?” Akaashi asked.
Osamu turned to look at him, Akaashi was standing in his kitchen, washing the dishes and looking mildly concerned, “I dunno,” Osamu shrugged, “Ya actin’ like my Ma.”
Akaashi snorted, “I would have never expected you to be a light-weight.”
“Shaddup. Ya own a lot of black jeans.”
“Shut up.”
It was almost two in the morning once the apartment was fully cleaned. Osamu had stretched himself out on the floor, Akaashi sitting on his bed, the two of them scrolling aimlessly on their phones. Osamu let out a yawn, putting his phone down.
“Here,” Akaashi said, “Take the bed, I can sleep on the floor.”
Osamu shook his head, “Naw, ‘m fine.”
“Take the bed,” Akaashi repeated, “It’s only fair, since I ended up sleeping in your bed.”
Osamu hummed, closing his eyes, “Yer gonna hafta pick me up, ‘nd I don’t think ya can.”
There was a beat of silence, then Osamu felt a pair of arms tuck underneath him, hauling him into the air. His eyes shot open, Akaashi was staring down at him, looking exasperated. Osamu felt his chest tighten as Akaashi dumped him onto the bed.
“Don’t doubt me, Miya-san,” Akaashi replied, settling himself down on the floor.
Osamu kept his eyes trained on the ceiling, thankful the room was dark, feeling his cheeks heat up, “Yeah,” he choked out, “I won’t.”
Another beat of silence, before Osamu forced himself to speak up again, “But I really can’t let ya sleep on the floor. We can share the bed...it’s big enough.”
Akaashi sighed from where he was sitting, “I’m truly fine, Miya-san.”
“We either both sleep on the floor or on the bed, take yer pick, ‘Kaashi-kun,” Osamu replied.
There was shuffling and Osamu felt the bed dip as Akaashi climbed in. Osamu forced himself over to keep space between them.
“G’night,” Osamu whispered, rolling over so his back was facing Akaashi.
“Goodnight, Osamu,” Akaashi mumbled.
Osamu waited until Akaashi’s breathing evened out and for his heartbeat to calm down, before pulling out his phone.
The Better Looking Twin
hhhhhhhhhhh
im in tokyo w akaashi in his apartment rn
i am possibly very drunk
i bought a place to open a branch here
akaashi is so pretty
i think i might have a crush
ok bye
Asstsumu
what the FUCK