Y/N L/N was the epitome of shyness and cuteness, blending into the background with her petite frame and soft demeanor. Starting at Fukurodani Academy, she was joined by her best friend Yuki. During the entrance ceremony, Y/N's attention was caught b...
Y/N and Akaashi were officially dating now, and while the two of them were navigating their new relationship, the relentless teasing from both the volleyball team and Yuki showed no signs of stopping. Every time Bokuto saw them together, he would loudly exclaim, "LOOK AT OUR LOVE BIRDS!" followed by Konoha and Komi making fake swooning noises. Yuki, of course, added fuel to the fire, constantly poking Y/N about her "volleyball prince."
Eri, on the other hand, had distanced herself from Akaashi and Y/N, but she still shot disgusted looks in Y/N's direction every now and then. Y/N didn't let it get to her anymore. It was Yuki who took on the task of "harassing" Eri, since they were in the same club.
One day, while sitting in their club room, Yuki grinned mischievously as Eri passed by. "Oh, hey Eri! How's life without Akaashi-kun treating you?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Eri glared, clearly annoyed. "Mind your own business, Yuki."
"Oh, but it is my business when you're glaring daggers at my best friend every chance you get!" Yuki leaned in, her eyes glinting playfully. "Seriously, you should move on. Akaashi's into real art, not your imitation Picasso stuff."
Eri's face turned red with frustration, but she huffed and stomped away, muttering something under her breath. Yuki leaned back with a smug smile. "Victory is mine," she whispered to herself, satisfied with her work.
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One day, Akaashi caught Y/N trying to secretly work on a portrait of him, even though it was supposed to be a surprise. Laughing softly, he invited her over to his house to finish it, which made Y/N both excited and nervous.
Before leaving the house, Y/N's mother packed some snacks for Akaashi. "Here, give these to Akaashi, and don't forget to tell him that your father will be thrilled to meet him when he comes back from his trip!" she teased, her eyes twinkling.
"Mom!" Y/N groaned, her face bright red. But deep down, she was happy her parents were so supportive.
When Y/N arrived at Akaashi's house, she raised her hand to ring the bell, but before she could, the door burst open, revealing a beautiful woman who looked a lot like Akaashi. It was his mother, and she greeted Y/N with a warm smile.
"You must be Y/N! Keiji's told us so much about you," she said gently. "Come in, come in! He's been waiting for you."
Y/N was flustered but managed a polite smile. "Thank you! I brought some snacks from my mom..."
"Oh, how thoughtful! We'll enjoy them later," Akaashi's mom said, taking the snacks with a gleam in her eyes that suggested she knew this was more than just a simple drawing session.
Akaashi appeared, greeting Y/N with a calm smile. "Hey, you made it."
"Of course," Y/N replied, her heart skipping a beat.
Suddenly, from down the hall, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Akaashi's father appeared, speed-walking toward the door with wide eyes, clearly eager to meet Y/N. "Is this her? Keiji's girlfriend?"
Y/N's face burned as Akaashi's parents smiled warmly at her, clearly thrilled to meet the girl who had captured their son's heart. After some light chatter, Akaashi finally rescued her by guiding her to his room.
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As soon as they stepped into Akaashi's room, Y/N's eyes wandered around, taking everything in. It was neat, organized, and very Akaashi. But what surprised her the most was the drawing she had given him the first time they met — it was framed and hung up on the wall. Her heart skipped a beat.
"W-wait, you framed it?" she asked, pointing to the drawing, her face heating up.
Akaashi nodded casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Of course. I really like it. You're talented."
Y/N blushed furiously. "I... I didn't think you'd actually hang it."
Akaashi smiled softly. "Why wouldn't I? It's special to me."
Oh no, how am I supposed to survive this day when he says things like that? Y/N thought, feeling her heart race.
They chatted for a bit before Y/N finally got to work on the portrait of Akaashi. "Okay, can you pose a little? Maybe rest your hand on your cheek," Y/N said, trying to sound professional.
Akaashi, always composed, followed her instructions, placing his hand on his cheek. He looked at her, a small smile on his lips, clearly amused by how focused she was. They exchanged light conversation as Y/N sketched, but Akaashi's eyes would occasionally drift to her, watching her intently.
Time passed quickly, and before Y/N knew it, she was done. She turned the sketchpad toward Akaashi, showing him the finished portrait. "Tada! What do you think?"
Akaashi's eyes widened. "Y/N... this is amazing. It's so detailed. You captured everything perfectly."
Y/N giggled, feeling proud. "Well, you were right in front of me, so it wasn't too hard."
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"I'm serious. You're really talented," Akaashi said earnestly. He looked at the portrait again, admiring it before gently taking it from her hands. "Can I keep it?"
Y/N smiled. "Of course. But let me sign it first."
After signing the drawing, Akaashi didn't hesitate. He immediately hung it up on his wall next to the first one, which made Y/N's face turn a deep shade of pink. Why does he have to be so perfect? she thought, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment.
They sat down on the floor afterward, chatting about random things, when Akaashi suddenly leaned in, his eyes soft and thoughtful. "Y/N, I just want to say... I'm really glad we're together."
Y/N's heart fluttered. "Me too. I didn't think we'd... you know, get here."
They both laughed, the air between them light and warm. Akaashi looked at her for a moment, his expression shifting to something more serious. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Then, without thinking, Akaashi leaned in. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. His lips brushed against hers softly, tentatively, and her eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was sweet and gentle, neither of them rushing it. It was the kind of kiss that felt right, like it had been a long time coming.
When they pulled away, Y/N's face was beet red, and Akaashi had a small, satisfied smile on his face. "That... was nice."
Y/N nodded, too flustered to speak. Oh my God, we just kissed!
After a moment of silence, Akaashi spoke again, his voice teasing. "Should we hang that kiss on the wall too?"
Y/N gasped, her face somehow turning even redder. "K-Keiji!" she squeaked, hiding her face in her hands while he chuckled softly.
"I'm just kidding. But seriously... I like you a lot, Y/N."
She peeked through her fingers, smiling shyly. "I like you too, Keiji."
And just like that, everything felt perfect between them.
