Various! Characters x Reader | Oneshots

Akihiko Kaji x reader | fling (nsfw-ish)

Anime: Given
Point Of View: 2nd
Title: Fling
Description: (nsfw-ish)
You meet in a bar and really hit it off. After that night you can't get him out of your mind...
. . .

It was the soft shuffling of the bedsheets that awoke you. Beside you was the clock that read 6:04. Last night's tryst left you incredibly exhausted—body sore, mind groggy. Faint daylight poured in through the cracks in the blinds. Fingers curled into a slight ball as you fisted the sheets beneath you. The familiar satin ran smooth along the pads of your fingertips. Peeling an eyelid open, you observed your surroundings.

You were greeted with the sight of a near nude man collecting his scattered belongings. His build was husky and muscular; the tendons in his arms bulging out as he pulled his gray shirt over his head. His hair was cut short—blond—and numerous piercings decorated his handsome face and ears. You couldn't help but wonder how you even managed to get him into your bed.

Chalk that up to the wonders of inebriation.

The man remained silent as he picked up the black pair of pants and shuffled himself into them. The tight skinny jeans hugged his lower body well—suited his behind wonderfully. You didn't know if the drool that pooled beneath your head was from your dreams or the sight before you.

"Good morning," you hummed out.

"Morning," the man mumbled in response, offering no other words as he bent down to gather his shoes.

You watched as he sunk his body next to you, mattress dipping down from his weight. Meticulous hands worked at a loose shoelace knot. Noticing how calloused his palms were, you recalled how they felt running up and down the curves of your body. You shivered at the remembrance of such a lewd sensation.

"Leaving so soon?" A frown fell upon your lips.

"Got a job," he sighed as he reached over to grab his wallet and cigarettes on the bed table.

At this you remembered that it was only Thursday morning, "Right."

"See ya."

Nearly two months passed. How was it that you couldn't get this particular one night stand out of your head? The man never left his number. You couldn't even recall his name.

Sure you clicked instantly, at least you thought—despite the initial forgettable pick up line. You were hardly one to entertain a sleazy man's company—being raised on self respect after all. But free drinks from an insanely attractive male who seemed more than interested in you was enough to keep you engaged for the evening. The two of you bantered the whole night up until closing time. One thing inevitably led to another and you found yourself inviting him over for the night. You were never one for hookups as you found it to be more of a hassle than it was worth.

Yet here you were, two months later, going on with your life. Trying to get on with your life at least. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself not to you couldn't help but dwell on that night. Attachment was always an issue you dealt with. But this time felt different. This connection ate away at your subconscious, appearing within your fleeting dreams.

You had to see him again—just once more. You knew you could never move on with your life if you didn't get that chance. How was it that a mere stranger could affect you so drastically? The confidence you'd been chasing all your life abruptly manifested that night. A fire that had never ignited before. It was a foreign feeling but something you couldn't take for granted.

None of your friends had much to offer in the ways of sound advice. Letting go was the very last thing you wanted to do. This mystery man whose words you clung on to for dear life circled in your mind; though most of what you could recall was hazy. The scent of cigarettes lingered within your memory.

It was a once in a lifetime connection that you let slip through your fingers.

So where were you two months later? Dragged to a concert by a group of friends. Insisting you should liven up, they encouraged you to go out and do more things. Go out of your comfort zone. Meet new people. Get out of your shell.

The usual.

You always loved concerts but crowds were never your style. You'd heard that the opening band displayed immense talent which garnered some interest. Apparently the guitarist was new and his live voice was incomparable to any video. Two of the members were even only high schoolers. They were first up. And despite only having one song to perform, the crowd bumbled with anticipation.

Fate.

Fate was the only word you could use to describe your circumstance.

You watched in awe as the drummer made his way on stage. His shoulders were pushed back, posture straight as he sat behind the drum set. His short blond hair was unmistakable.

As his sharp green eyes found yours a sudden wave of anxiety crashed onto you. He couldn't possibly have remembered you. There was no way. You were convinced of this fact.

Were you dreaming?

Talented was an understatement for this band. Their raw flair for performing together was astonishing. The singer's ability to belt out such somber lyrics amazed you. The bassist was certainly notable too.

Somewhere throughout the night you spent with the man he mentioned he played instruments. Even that he was a part of a band. Never in a million years did you expect you'd find him again right in front of you.

The trance the singer's words transported you in was powerful. It wasn't until his band mates thanked the crowd and the next band came to start setting up that you realized it was over. It felt as if in a mere snap of the fingers the song ended. And maybe perhaps your one chance. The thought of never meeting with him again sent a sharp pang through your chest. Just like that any hope you had dispersed cruelly.

You spent the rest of the concert hanging with your friends. As much as you wanted to you just couldn't ease your own thoughts. As the final band wrapped up their set you began saying goodbye to your friends, deciding to just head off and cut your losses.

"Hey," a much too familiar voice called out, stoping you in your tracks.

You're stood outside the venue, moonlight illuminating the street beside you. You couldn't help yourself but shake your head at the sight of his frame hanging halfway out the door.

"Knew that was you," a dry chuckle escaped his lips, "I'd never forget that one in a million look."

"Coincidence," you replied.

Your mind was going haywire. After all this time he actually recognized you.

"Wanna go out for drinks?" His eyes pleaded.

"I can't even remember your name..." it was meant to be taken as a lighthearted joke.

"Ouch," he winced before replying, "Gimmie your phone."

Offering no response you complied. A second later he handed it back to you.

"Ah nice," you shot him a look after seeing his name and number displayed in your contacts.

"Yeah I only realized after I left your place that I should've left you my number," a hand reached behind his neck, scratching, as he donned a sheepish half smile.

"Glad you came to your senses," you glanced back down at your phone, "Akihiko."

"Please—Kaji."