groupie love (miya atsumu) 18+

~groupie love~

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/16c0YdjeAmDdPV8P768vtl?si=CWh99N-8QQaA8crXnLbHPw&dl_branch=1

^^^^playlist the fic is based on

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"Just come out with us, Y/N! You need to get out every once in a while!"

You're sitting on the couch, trying your very hardest to finish studying for the exam that you have on Monday. You went over to Akaashi's apartment, expecting the silence to be up to your standards, however, you forgot one thing.

If you go over to Akaashi's, Bokuto will appear eventually, disrupting whatever serene atmosphere the two of you had going on.

This time, Bokuto was forcing Akaashi to go to some club with him, claiming that there was a band playing, and that he was friends with most of the members. Akaashi had reluctantly agreed to go, unable to say no to Bokuto's puppy dog eyes.

You on the other hand were completely unaffected by his whining. You had already told him no twice, choosing to stay in Akaashi's apartment.

You preferred to work at his place instead of yours, considering that the two guys who lived above you were always loud as fuck. They were either always playing music so loud that the sound reverberated through your walls, or they were smoking weed that was so potent, you could smell it through the air vents.

You had never met them, and you wanted to keep it that way. The only interaction you've ever had with them ended at three in the morning when they finally turned off the music that they were playing, only because of the insistent banging of your broom on the ceiling.

You sigh and continue to work on the paper that you were writing, not even sparing a glance towards Bokuto. "Bo, I appreciate that you want me to join you guys, but I'm really busy. Just go have fun without me."

"But, Y/N, you're always doing work, even more than Akaashi! You deserve to have a break, and I really want you to meet the band I was telling you about!"

You stop typing and look towards Akaashi for help. He just shrugs and gives you a hopeless look. You knew that look. It was the look he gave you when he knew you couldn't get out of something.

You close the tabs on your computer and shut it down. Standing up, you say, "Give me twenty minutes to change and then I'll go. Bo, you stay here. Akaashi, come help me find something to wear."

You grab Akaashi's hand and pull him out the door, ignoring Bokuto's yells of victory.

You lived across the hall from them, making things convenient for the situation.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, you sigh so loudly it almost sounds like a whine. Before you can complain, Akaashi hushes you and says, "I know, I know. I tried telling him, but you know how that goes."

You push your way past the door, bee-lining to your closet. If you were being forced to go out tonight, you were going to at least look decent.

Opening your closet doors, you whine, "Yeah, I know. I forgot he didn't have practice tonight, or else I would have stayed over here. We both know we can't get any work done when he's home."

Behind you, Akaashi gives you a hum of agreement, although it sounded almost fond, as he thought about Bokuto. You scoff and state, "I hate couples."

Akaashi gives you a quiet laugh and responds, "I know."

He sits down on your bed and begins to pluck at a thread on your blanket, which you scold him for, "Stop that."

"Shut up."