Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

EXPECTATION (Akaashi Keiji)

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Title: Expectation

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes,

Summary: To everyone, even Akaashi, you're lazy and not the sharpest tool in the shed... but maybe that's just what you want them to think.

expectation

/noun/

a belief that someone will or should achieve something.

Expectations are a fickle thing.

If you work too hard, achieve too much, you'll end up being expected to do the same in every category for the rest of your life. You'd watched too many kid geniuses crumble under that very pressure in adulthood to say that was a good thing.

But you? You'd figured out the secret to it all.

Just play dumb.

If no one expected much out of you, then wasn't that the best case scenario?

When you put forth the smallest amount of effort, everyone was surprised and impressed. When you failed? No one batted an eye.

Why put all that pressure on yourself when there was a better way?

At least, that's how you saw it.

Akaashi walked alongside you, talking idly about the science competition going on between the different chemistry courses the university had. He didn't go too far into detail, since he knew you wouldn't understand. You weren't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he'd learned that since day one of meeting you.

But that's how he liked you.

Maybe a part of him enjoyed the superiority of being more intelligent than you. A sense of power surged through him every time you got that confused little look on your face.

But there was always something more to those expressions. Like some deeper emotion lurked under the surface. It always bothered him that he couldn't figure out what it was.

You smiled, "That sounds fun! Which one is chemistry again?"

There it was again. The way one side of your mouth quirked upwards as though you were enjoying a joke that he wasn't a part of. The way your eyes slid a little to the left, as though you were trying to avoid making eye contact whenever you spoke.

The little details that made him wonder if you were lying to him.

To anyone else, to even him at first, you seemed so genuinely airheaded. Blissfully unaware was the term he once would have used to describe you.

But lately, he wasn't so sure.

You made him second guess everything he was feeling, in a way. In another way, it was enticing, like a secret the two of you almost shared.

There was a mystery behind your actions, he could sense it. And Akaashi loved a good mystery. He had always been good at solving them and he'd be damned if the best one walked out of his life.

His obsession with you had been overrun by an obsession with uncovering what was under that dumb smile you plastered on your pretty face. He felt like he was going insane, fixating on such a little aspect that might not even exist. It could be his imagination and yet he couldn't let it go!

Who were you really? Akaashi thought he'd known you so well, even though you had just recently become friends. He had been convinced that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Now? He wasn't sure he knew the first thing about you.

What's worse, he had no idea what you thought about him. You insisted silly little things like "I love everyone" and "You're so nice, Akaashi", but is that what you really believed? You seemed so guarded when you said things like that... he couldn't tell anymore.

He wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. You were nothing like he'd initially thought and he couldn't tell if he loved or hated that.

You weren't nearly as dumb as everyone thought, but acting like you were was a useful tool. It attracted boys like Akaashi and wrapped them around your pinky finger. You'd tricked countless men into buying you things and doing what you wanted, all while thinking they were the ones to come up with the idea.

You'd thought Akaashi would be the same as them, but he really just gave you the creeps. While you pretended to sail past the red flags, you were actually very prepared. Every conversation recorded, every meeting place teeming with trusted friends, and every word scrutinized.

He was clearly in love with you, so you decided to drive him away. There was no way you could reveal that you were actually fairly intelligent, not when you'd worked so hard to earn the reputation as an airhead. So you settled on giving him hints, until you could tell that he was ripping himself in two over it.

Strangely, he hadn't been driven away quite yet. You assumed that, if his type was "dumb and pretty", he'd be turned off by a smart chick, but so far you'd been unsuccessful.

Maybe you didn't understand just how deep his love went.

Or maybe you'd find out when he resolved to make you as dumb as he wanted.