Akaashi trennt sich von Bokuto und zum ersten Mal nach sehr langer Zeit muss dieser alleine mit seinem Leben zurecht kommen. Doch ein Leben ohne Akaashi scheint nahezu unmöglich für Bokuto zu sein. Die Story überschneidet sich in manchen Teilen mit meiner FF »Katzengeflüster«. Hinweise: Die verwendeten Charaktere in der Story sind nicht frei erfunden, sondern aus dem Anime/Manga Haikyuu. Die Rechte am Cover liegen bei mir. +18 Content (Kapitel werden gekennzeichnet): Boy x Boy, sexuelle Szenen

------------ "You have three minutes before I shut the window on your face," I won't actually, probably. It depends on why he decided to wake me up. "Okay, okay. What if we ran away?" The second those words leave his mouth his previously whiney expression turns smug, like this is the best thing he ever came up with. I'd say it was quite the opposite of that. -------------------------- This is a bokuaka friends to lovers based off the song Ribs by Lorde 😌

Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods

In a black and white universe where you can't see color until you meet your soulmate. ~ Akaashi Keiji never thought much of finding his soulmate. If it's meant to be it'll be, right? So he lives his monotone life peacefully. His main priority is getting into a good college, and maybe upping his volleyball skills when he has time. When he meets Bokuto Kōtarō, his black and white world explodes, and he begins to see the world in a different color.. well, multiple colors. And they're so vivid. But Bokuto has seen color for most of his life. So who is meant to be? • • • All characters belong to Haruichi Furudate!!

𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚. a promising yet cruel tradition the Akaashi family has been practicing over the generations. as the one and only heir of the present generation, Akaashi Keiji's future has been fixed already and he was fully aware of that. all he could do was to comply with his father's expectations even if it hurts. ───────── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────── a bokuaka arranged marriage au w/ kuroken & iwaoi ───────── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────── 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: ongoing 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: December 5, 2020

The sequel to Mascot (Bokuaka) and Ill-Fated Calf-Love. Three years after high school, Akaashi follows his heart to college in a different city. He wants to help others like him, but when he finds a man in a similar situation, he learns that not everything is as simple as he'd hoped. Or as easy.

Some shitty smut that everyone reads for no damn reason. I altered it a bit, so they're married adults now :D Note (May 30, 2025): I would like to add that I wrote this back in 2020 (shiiiii I didn't even remember that), so I was like 13. I left a lot of details out beyond the smut, but they do have a safe word ^-^ Also if you can't tell by the title, this isn't vanilla sex 😰 idk I just saw like a hundred or so comments about this so wanted to address that 🙌 Thank you for reading this disasterpiece!! Highest rankings ever because I can 69 in future 8 in whatamidoingwithmylife (wild yet it makes sense) 54 in wholesome (huh) 621 in haikyuu 272 in haikyuufanfiction 94 in bokuto 84 in akaashi 121 in haikyuulovestory 65 in bokuaka 7 in whyamidoingthis (slay) 222 in fluffandsmut

"Akaashi, you're single right?" "Yeah I am, why do you ask?" "There's a friend I'd like to set you up with." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not own the characters! They all belong to Haruichi Furudate. I only own the plot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soulmates? What a bunch of bullshit. This is a song fic so there will be a shit ton of songs and emotions. Warnings- boy x boy (duhhh) smut abuse suicide cussing smoking terushima this book is inspired by @Malixx190 Go read their book Our Song. Its fucking amazing

In which a painter and a barista with color blindness meet in the wonderful city of Tokyo. Tokyo Series #1 // I have no idea if any of the Japanese lettering (kanji) in this story is accurate. I just used google translate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯