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

COLD (Akaashi Keiji)

Title: Cold

Pairings: Yandere! Akaashi Keiji x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Description: You can't stand how cold your boyfriend has gotten.

Your boyfriend had once been your childhood friend, until you moved to a new city. It wasn't until you became Nekoma's manager that you ended up running into him again. You loved to watch him play as Fukurodani's setter and the two of you grew close during the times your teams met up.

Somehow, re-meeting your friend from childhood turned into a romantic relationship. Akaashi was so passionate and sweet. "Was" being the key word.

You watched him take a seat on the bleachers with a water bottle. He chose to sit several feet away from you instead of next to you, like you would have expected. You got up and sat next to him, trying to ignore the way he didn't even spare you a glance.

"Hey, Keiji," you said softly.

He looked at you, finally, and you leaned in for a kiss. He turned his head so that your lips met his cheek instead. Hurt, you pulled away and stared at the ground.

When had he gotten so detached and cold? He certainly wasn't at the beginning... Was he cheating, perhaps? Sick of you? The possibilities made you sick with worry.

Akaashi took a sip from his water bottle, avoiding your eyes. The silence stretched between you, uncomfortable and awkward. You curled your fingers into your palms, holding back tears.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Akaashi turned cold eyes on you, "No, you didn't." Then, he turned away.

It should've been comforting, but it wasn't. If you weren't the problem, what was? Why wouldn't he look at you anymore?

You reached out and placed your hand on his arm, "Then talk to me..."

He finally looked at you, "There's nothing to talk about."

"But-"

"I have to go," he cut you off, getting up and jogging back to the court. Leaving you sitting on the cold bleachers, wondering when the warmth between you had left.

You waited until the last game had ended, coming to a decision that you know would hurt... But a decision that wouldn't hurt as much as this daily cold shouldering.

Approaching Akaashi hesitantly, you looked down at your feet. "Um, Keiji..."

"What do you want?" he snapped.

Your head snapped upwards, shock flooding through you. Then, your eyes narrowed, "I want to break up."

Akaashi regarded you coldly, "Fine."

But as you walked away, Akaashi felt an emptiness growing inside him.

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When he got home, Akaashi finally let the break up settle in. No more would he get to kiss your sugar-sweet lips, embrace your warm body, stroke his fingers against your soft skin... And it was all his fault.

Why had he allowed himself to become so cruel? Maybe he didn't understand how much he'd lost until he'd lost it. How had he taken you for granted?

He tried to send you a long apology text, only to learn you'd blocked his number. He looked on social media, finding himself blocked there too. All he had left was your address.

Your house seemed to loom over him menacingly. He swallowed, his throat dry as a desert. He lifted a hand to knock but froze. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

He looked at the fluffy stuffed animal he had gotten you- your very favorite animal. He put it down on your doorstep and walked away. You would know who had left it.

There was no response from you in the days that followed. Akaashi remained blocked on all platforms. Still, that wouldn't stop him from trying.

Chocolates were left at your doorstep next. Expensive ones at that.

Then came the letters. Each one more desperate than the last. I'm sorry. Take me back, please! I'll do better!

You remained radio silent.

Akaashi sat on the bench at the park across from your house. He prayed he could catch a glimpse of you. One smile from you and he was sure his world would be bright again, and not colorless and depressing, like it now seemed to be.

Akaashi left a bouquet of your favorite flowers on your doorstep next. He put them down so gently, right where your stuffed animal had once sat, and took a step back, staring at the door as if you might open it and throw yourself into his arms.

He went home, still thinking of you. An hour later, the doorbell rang and, to his surprise, you stood on his doorstep, arms crossed, looking anything but pleased with him. He flung open the door, a smile spreading across his lips.

"Leave me alone," you snapped. His hopes plummeted.

"I can't," Akaashi replied, his voice shaking, "I love you!"

"No you don't," you shook your head, "If you loved me, you would have shown that when we were together."

"I made a mistake," Akaashi said slowly, "But I can fix it."

"No, you can't," you said coldly.

"I just need some time," Akaashi said, completely ignoring you now. He took a look up and down the empty street and smiled.

You were seized by the arm and pulled inside his house before you could scream.