"what an interesting turn of events." bokuto says, letting his eyes glide over akaashi's honeyed skin, thinking he looked really nice when the sun hit him like that, black hair complementing blue eyes so prettily and effortlessly it almost made him feel bad for being mean to him on purpose. the cherry lollipop bites his tongue. "glad i have you as a roommate, pretty boy." "don't call me that." akaashi shakes his head and stands up, the nickname making a fuzzy itchy feeling prod at his chest, caught somewhere in between annoyance and flattery at the same time. "i'm leaving." "already?" bokuto pouts, getting under akaashi's skin quickly becoming one of his favorite pastimes, given the circumstances. "what a terrible roommate." ... or, the "i was so excited to live with someone who i could make friends with in my first year of college and good god why must it be you" au

akaashi quickly folds the money in half and shoves it in his back pocket. "doesn't matter. street racing is still a dumb thing to do. and you're even worse for actually racing." bokuto rocks on his heels once, only to lean forward slightly, that sickeningly sweet smile still plastered on his face and dripping saccharine over his words. "but, you bet on me, so how bad does that make you?" ... or, akaashi hated breaking the rules and doing dumb things, while bokuto thoroughly enjoyed both.

!! OLD VERSION !! go read the new version instead please :)

When winter turned Akaashi's town cold and rainy he found comfort in his isolation. Everything was peaceful despite his needs for constant sugar. He had friends. He had his writing. That all started to slip when he met Bokuto, opening his eyes to the brightest fire he had ever experienced. The warmest home he could find. WARNING: This story contains scenes/depictions of: - fainting - an early death - alcoholism trauma - mentioned child abuse (no actual scenes) - throwing up

Humans and magic were never meant to mix. Never meant to love each other. Never touch. What will happen when a magic embodiment turns his back on his home and is shown love by someone out of his world? WARNING: This book contains depictions/scenes of: - gore - vomit - assault (1 scene) - hospital scenes - near death experiences

One royal, one suitor, one real lover. Who will win? WARNING: This story contains scenes/depictions of: -illness -vomit -mature scenes -domestic violence

A forgotten swimsuit had never been so life-changing. Akaashi Keiji never thought he would miss a small town so much. He had seen so many towns, so many beaches, so many people. So why did this place stick out to him? The answer was simple: The other towns didn't have a tall, flirtatious, black- and white-haired boy that could make Akaashi fall in love. ~~~ Bokuto started leaning in, his face getting closer to Akaashi's with every second, and Akaashi loved it. He loved the sight, he loved the idea, he loved that he was moving in sync with Bokuto, leaning in and closing his eyes slowly, just barely open enough to still see what he was doing- Akaashi put his hand in between their lips. ~~~ » posted june 29th, 2020 » lowercase intentional » cover art belongs to @bright_stars_45 on instagram » see profile for other works

oneshots all about my otp :) - - - characters do not belong to me. credits to the rightful owner haruichi furudate and his work haikyuu. best ranking; #3 in first-time ©️ 𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐚𝐒𝐡𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐡

Akaashi doesn't show up to practice and Bokuto begins to worry. Bokuto is caught by surprise when a sickly Akaashi answers the door. Akaashi is even more surprised when Bokuto makes countless attempts to make his friend feel better. What mess will Bokuto make in his attempts to cheer Akaashi up?

Bokuto knew he had secrets. He knew he had issues. He also knew that visiting the red light district was likely not a good idea. Trans!Bokuto x Prostitute!Akaashi WARNING: This story has depictions/scenes of - SA - Dysphoria - Menstrual cycles - Limited homophobia (mainly memories)