❝i've been in love with you for three years, bokuto, and i never risked myself for telling you the truth. instead, i only uttered denial statements. i might be stupid, a coward, or might be smart, i don't know.❞ ― lowercase intended

"No... Akaashi, don't. Stop. You're drunk..." "So it's you..." "Akaashi... Please, I don't.. I don't want you to..." "Don't worry, I want this." "I know... I hope. But I want to remember this..." "Why...? I'm just your a guy you know for few weeks. If you let me... this can be just a drunk one night stand...." "No. I don't want that. I want to remember this because... Because I like you, Akaashi." Enjoy~ WARNING This is BokuAka fanfic - so it's yaoi. Or boyXboy story if you want. [I'm NOT an English speaking person, so I'm sorry for possible typos.] -- Character's aren't mine, they belong to Haruichi Furudate. --

Akaashi and Bokuto accidentally kiss a day before Akaashi moves to another prefecture of Japan. After that, they never hear from one another until they unexpectedly meet again at university a couple of years later. It's not long until suppressed feelings resurface and chaos unfolds. Will probably contain smut/NSFW later on, just a fair warning 😉 Cover by bikku_2 on Instagram

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

The most annoying thing about Hinata is the fact he never shuts up. Most of the time, Kageyama can tune the other out but every now and then a certain phrase or conversation that loudmouth has come out with will just stick with Kageyama like glue. It's the dumb things Hinata blurts out that leads to Kageyama questioning his sexuality. Then on top of that, Kageyama needs to deal with the stampede of females that seem to be invading the gym because of one stupid photograph. Really, he's not sure how anyone survives being a teenager. --- © 2014. All Rights Reserved by weirdpurplepanda ---

"Es gab einen Sommer da hatte Hinata gelacht, gefeiert, geweint und gelebt, all das in dem Denken mit den Sonnenstrahlen um die Wette rennen, mit nur einem Sprung Sterne vom Himmelszelt holen und mit nur einem Aufschrei Blitze einschlagen lassen zu können." [abgeschlossen]