"Yoo-hoo!"
Once again, as I stepped into the Aoba Johsai cafe, a certain brunet came springing and tumbling towards me. "Bo-chan!!!! Why didn't you bring Kuroo??"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Because I didn't want to."
"Yeah, but I wanted you to bring him!"
I pouted. "Oikawa, just because you work here doesn't mean that I have to do what you want!! This is my date, not yours!!"
The brown-haired employee shrugged, crossing his arms. "Hm... fine. It's only your second date, though."
I blinked, pausing for a second. "No, it's not."
"Yes, it is! This is the second time you've come to the cafe, right?"
"Yeah, but we've had dates not only at your stupid cafe!" I scoffed. "Duh!"
Oikawa stared at me. He blinked, a grave, shocked expression on his face as he splayed his hands on his cheeks. "Wait... you managed to score dates without my help?! ...Am I a bad wingman, Bo-chan?!"
"Yeah, you weren't even a wingman, to begin with," I said tautly. "All you did was make a comment about how he would look good in lingerie because his thighs were nice. And then you stopped me from making out with him, you un-wingman bitch."
"You were in a fucking public cafe!"
"Anyways, he's my boyfriend now so you're not allowed to say he looks pretty or else I'll get mad at you," I blew a raspberry at him before looking around the cafe. It looked the same as it did the last time we came here. "Now, I need to get seated so I can pretend I'm mature and collected when Keigijihi comes."
"Fine, you ungrateful fucker," Oikawa huffed. "Okay, we reserved a spot for you guys at the same seat you sat the last time you came here. You're welcome~"
"Wait really? Thanks!!"
I was expecting Oikawa to say something in reply, but instead, he was staring off into space, his gaze focused on me. I tilted my head at him, confusion trickling into my brain. Suddenly, he caught my view and winked, bouncing away. "Make yourselves at home~"
It suddenly occurred to me that he wasn't staring at me; he was staring behind me. I turned my head ever so slightly. Behind me, I found my favorite perfect ebony curls and sweet lips, and I locked eyes with the two familiar gorgeous gunmetal irises I had been trying to contact for the first time in 7 weeks.
***
I didn't know what to say.
We were seated, sitting right next to each other, but silence hung over us like icicles hanging from the ceiling. As I glanced over at Akaashi, I saw him fiddling with his fingers, as if he had a truckload of things to say but no way to present it.
I stared down at the empty table. It was warm hazel, nearly cinnamon-colored. It smelled of spilled coffee and dusted-off pastry crumbs, but the scent was masked by the odor of table wipes and wet towels. There were painted stripes on it, made to look like the texture of wood.
I went to look at Akaashi again. He was still playing with his thumbs, his eyes staring down at his lap absently. He raised his head and caught my gaze before looking away awkwardly. I pursed my lips, beginning to fiddle with the edges of my shirt.
In my head, I tried to scramble together some words to break the uncomfortable silence like a game of scrabble as I screamed internally inside.
"...Hey, Keiji," I said quietly, my voice sounding unnaturally forced. "Um." Now, Akaashi was obviously paying attention to me, but in his own awkward, quiet way.
I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. I had prepared a few plots and details I wanted to bring up, but all of that information had simultaneously ditched me, along with the knowledge I once had of social interaction. I sat there in silence, desperately trying to piece together words.
"haiuhushagtfwdavjhio" I stated, extremely smoothly by the way. "ihudh shagysgusidhshdsuia uh"
"I don't know what point you're trying to make here."
"._."
it's ok, akaashi is smarter than me and he'll find a way to continue the conversation
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wait no shit i forgot that I'm actually the one who started the conversation so i have to be the person to continue it
wELL FUCK
"i d o n t k n o w e i t h e r," I coughed. I opened my mouth to say something else but nothing came out.
There was another silence.
"This is really awkward," Akaashi said suddenly, pursing his lips. He rubbed at his neck anxiously.
"No shit, Sherlock," I muttered.
"This is how I was expecting our first date to go, not our seventeenth."
There was a small gap of quietness between us that lasted for a few seconds. I blinked, tilting my head. "...This is our seventeenth date?"
"Yes, we had 11 dates before we started dating, then we went to the park, the mall, my house twice, then to an amusement park," the black haired male started listing places down. "...We haven't been on a date for a month."
"Well, 7 weeks, so about a month and a half," I said quietly. "I didn't know you kept track of all our dates, Keihiji."
"Oh, it's nothing," my boyfriend stared out the window listlessly. "7 weeks... I'm sorry for being ignorant for such a long time."
"No, it's okay!!" I insisted. "You've always said Kenma was a big part of your life. I can understand!!!" I swallowed back my nervousness. Talking to Akaashi after a long time made my heart race.
Akaashi opened his mouth to speak, but I ended up accidentally cutting him off.
"...I'm sorry for not visiting you!!!" I blurted out before looking down. "I had a photography job where I had to stay in Miyagi for a few weeks, so I couldn't come check on you during your breaks. But I thought you seemed like you wanted time by yourself, so I didn't end up visiting anyway. I'm sorry, baby!!!" I tried to give my best bow, but I was sitting cross-legged on the ground so it was hard.
"No, it's completely fine!" Akaashi said immediately. "Well, I mean, it was still nice when you visited but I think it was good that I could clear my head without distracting myself with you."
I sighed with relief. "Okay, I was scared I was doing something wrong," I grinned, letting the consolation wash over me. "Do you want to know how the job went??"
"For sure."
"It went terrible."
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"i- wait why-"
"i had to take pictures of these crows because some insane married couple wanted to hang framed pictures of them on the wall," I shivered. "I nearly died. You don't even understand, there were so many. They had like fucking 20."
Akaashi blinked. "Oh. That's... interesting."
"It was hell!" I groaned. "I mean, I liked one of them. Named Hinata, they said. Yeah, he was my favorite. 'Koshi Sugawara' and 'Daichi Sawamura.' They're weird."
I turned to Keiji. He blinked again. I heard him mutter something under his breath: "It's a small fucking world." I didn't think anything much of it.
Suddenly, I remembered one of the points I originally wanted to ask about. I pursed my lips. "Hey... but Keiji, you still love me, right?"
The shorter male looked up at me. "Yes? Of course, Kotaro."
"Okay good. I love you too."
"I know."
Honestly, after meeting up and making up (soon to be making out) with Akaashi, it felt as if a burden was just lifted off my shoulders. A 500 pound weight on my back was now reduced to 2 pounds, the 2 pounds being the fact that there was a spider somewhere in my apartment that I couldn't find.
spiders are scary
heyy its July 20. so first of all, happy birthday oikawa! we love you and your flat ass <333
second of all, haikyuu's ending, which makes me ultimately depressed. let's all be grateful that Furudate gave us such a lovely franchise to enjoy and the gayest most gorgeous characters to simp over, thank you so much! <3 i am so thankful that i came across this anime, manga, and this fandom <333
anyways, idk if i'm doing this right by asking this question here, but i have a few other story ideas i'm interested in writing after i finish this one. so i wanted to ask if you'd personally prefer an angsty bokuaka story or a fluffy daisuga one?
thank you for reading, and i really appreciate all the votes and comments i get! i hope you're still enjoying :)
- lexi
p.s if you're that tiny brown spider that crawled into my room an hour ago, i'd like to politely ask for you to get the fUCK out and/or jump off a cliff or else i can bet something bad will be happening to you BITCH LEAVE
thank you very much :)