Casaline

Ping! From: Oinks To: [nickname] come outside, I’m waiting. From: [nickname] To: Oinks Tooru, it’s 1:00 am. From: Oinks To: [nickname] [F/N]-chaaan. I’m trying to make this romantic. From: [nickname] To: Oinks My parents would skin me alive, do you understand? From: Oinks To: [nickname] They won’t know. C’mon, I promise. Just this time? Please? You groaned softly. There was no way of turning him down, how could you when he was asking so earnestly? From: [nickname] To: Oinks 3 minutes. I’ll be there. Pulling a sweater over your pyjamas, you made sure to stay quiet. You’d probably—

Akaashi stands idly in your room, surveying the mess. But, having often resorted himself to cleaning up after you, this is nothing new. Books are scattered to and fro appearing in every knock and cranny, your clothes are still strewn haphazardly on a poor chair in the corner, and a stack of paper flutters against the gust of wind from an open window. It’s cold outside, but Akaashi packs away your winter clothes anyways. The soft down still gives off a subtle smell of your shampoo and he hesitates when putting them in a storage box. Next he looks at your desk, left untouched for the past week. Your various pages and manuscripts still

Alternate Title: Bring Me Flowers on Our Wedding Day Hey Keiji Bring me flowers on our wedding day okay? +++ Akaashi walked slowly, straightening his tie as he clutched the bouquet tightly. It was today. It really was today. Today was the day. +++ You sat in front of the mirror. Admiring your elaborate hairstyle that had taken hours to arrange. You were excited to say the least. Excited but horribly nervous at the same time. 
“[F/N], are you ready?” His voice was like a melody to your ears. A voice you would never forget, a voice you could recognize in an instant. “I’ve been ready since hours ago.”

The soft glow of sunlight bathed your face in a pleasant warmth, urging you to wake up from your slumber. Flailing around wildly with your left hand, you grasped your buzzing phone blindly, silencing it before opening your sleepy eyes. 3 messages from kuroo ‘thigh’s tetsurou From: kuroo ‘thighs’ tetsurou morning honey fun fact of the day: did you know that you’re hotter than a bunsen burner set on full heat? From: kuroo ‘thighs’ tetsurou To: [nickname] i hope you’re looking forward to seeing me today From: kuroo ‘thighs’ tetsurou To: [nickname] hey babe I'm in front of your

You know I saw you, taking that u n s u s p e c t i n g mirror from that unsuspecting girl’s desk. Your eyes met mine B  R    O      K        E          N and           E         M       P     T   Y like the shattered glass in your hands. do you feel the pain? You know I saw you, sneaking into the teacher’s office Dropping  b i t s  and  p i e c e s  of t e a r s t e a r i n g up the paper leaving silent s k e l e t o n s in your wake c r u m p l e d Question #7: Definition of "happiness"= ? You know I saw you, you stole her s m i l e r i p p i n g it off her face and P  L    A      S        T        

 listen here: Fresh sheets of snow glowed softly, lit up by the millions of fluorescent christmas lights that had been intertwined in every possible nook and cranny. He runs, scattering soft puffs of snow in his wake, all the while clutching his cellphone tightly. A string of lights flickers off and, momentarily startled, he halts to catch his breath. Sprinting a couple of miles wasn’t that difficult, he notes. Looks like being on the high school volleyball team had done him some good after all. He’s almost there, just less than a block away. Less than a block away from meeting you again. His legs take off before he even real

 Soulmate AU: When you turn a specific age your thoughts are in your soulmate’s voice for an entire day. Hey, tell me… Sunflowers. They fall to the ground with a dull thud, their cheery yellow blinding your eyes with how out of place they are. It’s too empty. Just a few birds flitting back and forth in the bleak sky. The grey clouds that drift around aimlessly are impending a heavy rain. The brittle grass that’s withered away over the seasons crackling under your feet. “Hey there.” You fidget nervously before taking a deep breath. There’s nothing to be afraid of, it’s just Hajime. It̵

His shirt was smudged with the faint red shade of lipstick. His collarbone bore almost unnoticeable love marks. His normally tidy brown hair was a tousled mess. Your dress was disheveled and a bit too tight. Your hair tangled and splayed over your shoulders. A necklace he had never seen before dangled loosely from your neck. “I’m home Tooru.” “Welcome back [F/N].” He wondered where you had gone. He wondered what had happened to the sweet girl he met long ago on a merry go round. But then again, he wasn’t one to talk. ~~~ You sat on a smooth bright blue elephant gripping the swirly handle bar tightly.

Akaashi certainly didn’t lack love in his life. He was loved by his teammates. He was loved by his family. He was loved by his friends. He loved his friends. He loved his family. He loved his teammates. Heck, he probably even loved Bokuto-senpai. He was also loved by you. You snuck glances at him from your desk by the window which was conveniently placed so that you could see his classroom. Akaashi sat there idly twiddling his thumbs while listening to the monotone drone of his history teacher. He was so different from you that sometimes you wondered if loving him was worth the pain. It wasn’t like you’d ever be able to

[Akaashi Keiji x Anxious.Reader] Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be better. 
Tomorrow… Your ragged sobs echoed through the vacant gym as you tried in a futile attempt to stop your tears. Joyous laughter of students going home could be heard from outside and you bit your lip in frustration. Why couldn’t you be like them? Why couldn’t you laugh like they did? You just felt so empty… Maybe you were just being too sensitive or superficial, but nothing ever felt genuine to you anymore. A quick “You look so pretty!” from a friend or a “I love your hair today!” just felt like a pa