The Prince and the Frog | k. akaashi x black reader

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"i love tiana"

akaashi said.

he loved tiana.

at school he would only speak of his love for tiana.

and whenever it was his turn to pick a class movie, he would always say "The Princess and the Frog".

this would earn groans from the class since they had already watched the movie so many times.

but akaashi didn't care.

because he loved tiana.

and one day,

it was an amazing day indeed,

he got a tiana plush from a special friend.

"you like this kind of thing, right?" he asked.

mr. saito quinatana.

he was japanese. he was pure, if not anything. but, strangely, his last name wasn't.

which akaashi always liked.

"yes." akaashi firmly said as mr. quintana passed the plush into akaashi's smaller hands.

"oh, good. i'm happy." mr. quintana chuckled "i wondered for a long time what to get you for you're birthday. i guess it was a pretty good thing that i found this randomly at the store."

akaashi stared at the plush with the exact features of tiana. deep chocolate skin. jet black hair that was pinned up into a perfect bun. the green outfit that mixed in splendidly with her skin color.

she was perfect.

"thank you." akaashi said. "very much."

mr. quintana smiled.

"no, thank you."

akaashi nodded his head.

"i'm going home now." akaashi bowed in respect. the man raised an eyebrow at the bow, but disregarded it to ask a different question.

"w-wait, you're going home? w-with that?"

akaashi nodded "yes."

"no, you will not be." a pair of jet black fingers woven appeared in the scene. trapped in their leather prison of a glove, the sharp fingers gently grabbed the plush right out of akaashi's hands.

"oh... - mrs. akaashi. please just let him have it, i spent a lot of money on it and-"

"like you know anything about money!" akaashi's mother hissed.

"no- wait. can you calm down? it's the kid's birthday, just let him have what he wants." mr. quintana was uncomfortable.

"how dare you! how dare you even gift this to my child? who do you think you are insulting our family like this- tainting our name- our record like this?"

"okay, i'll take it back tsukki, just please don't do anything irrational-"

"no!" akaashi's mother strut outside the door, and slammed the plush on the floor.

"oh no no," mr. quintana looked at her with knowing eyes and followed her out the glass door in which akaashi could see the whole situation, "no! tsukki, stop!"

in one swift movement, akaashi's mother's long, black, sharp heel pierced the plush. right in the middle.

"stop! tsukki, stop!" mr. quintana reached and grabbed her waist to stop akaashi's mother from repeatedly stabbing the plush with her heeled shoes.

"fine! i was going to just give it a good lesson, but i'm forced to absolutely ruin it now." akaashi's mother stepped on mr. quintana's foot, forcing him to let go of his hold and threw the plush into a mud pile outside the school yard formed by the recent rain.

then akaashi's mother went inside too. she jumped on it, fell, and punched it.

then punched it some more.

and more.

until tiana was laying in the mud.

unrecognizable.

with akaashi's mother panting

and smiling as she tossed the dirty plush to mr. quintana.

looking just as unrecognizable.

mr. quintana, to this, sighed.

akaashi's mother was covered in a mess. she then composed herself to the best of her ability. she took akaashi's hand. "come keiji. we're going now."

mr. quintana mouthed "i'm sorry buddy."

akaashi, to this, smiled but with tears.