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First of all Leona is absolutely unnecessarily ethereal. The sole reason I started the game plus the way u drew it omg. The Fictional man so beautiful, I shed a tear. The suit Leona already had me going FERAL.
zero really likes him
In the moonlight
summary; you give akaashi the courage he needs
♡ pairing; a.keiji x gn!reader
♡ genre; angst, fluff, friends to lovers
♡ w.c; 856
♡ warnings; cursing, drinking
a/n; this made me so soft </3 find me a man like akaashi pls
*this fic is a part of my ‘five ways to say i love you’ mini-series. check out the other stories here!
“They don’t like me.”
He says it so assuredly that you almost believe him. But it’s Akaashi Keiji you’re talking to, so you know it’s a big fat lie. He reconsiders his words then shakes his head. “No, that’s not it. They like me but they don’t like me the way I want them to.”
You nod and take a large gulp of your gin and tonic. “How are you so sure?”
He looks at you over the rim of his glasses, cheeks so pink you wonder if they’re hot to the touch. You really want to find out. “I just do,” he sighs, head lolling forward. “Or maybe they’re just as stupid as they say they are.” Again, you bob your head and drink.
“Hey, maybe. I know I can be.”
Akaashi gives you a wry smile. “Yeah, you really can.”
The party seems so far away even though it’s going on right behind you. The sliding glass door does well to block out most of the noise, though you can vaguely hear that one song that’s been stuck in your mind and the excited shouts of Bokuto and Konoha. You lean over the porch railing, your red solo cup dangling between your unsteady fingers.
“Keiji—” his hand twitches— “you deserve so much,” you sigh. “More than you think you do.”
“What makes you think I don’t know what I deserve?”
He chuckles at the sharp look you give him. ”Okay, okay. Point taken.”
“You deserve the world.” The gin doesn’t burn the same way the words do. “And if they can’t see how amazing you are, then fuck them.”
He’s silent as you drain the last of your drink and you blink furiously at the moon. “Tell me more.” His voice is soft yet you shiver at the quiet command. You can’t look at him as you continue.
“You’re brilliant, so bright like the moon,” you say, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. “You’re attentive. You make sure Bokuto always has a snack before practice—“
“Because he won’t stop whining about how hungry he is when it’s over—“
“You’re compassionate. You’re willing to help Kuroo when he needs tutoring…”
“He needs all the help he can get honestly—“
Akaashi’s eyes widen as you press a digit to his lips, a smile plays on yours.
“You’re humble,” you whisper. “Kind, patient, honest to a fault—“ He laughs at that one, grabbing your hand to remove it from his mouth and holds it against his chest. “You’re reliable. You give so much of yourself away and never ask for anything in return, even though Bo and I have told you time and time again that it’s okay to need someone, to let someone in—“
“You’re going on a tangent, love.” His touch is searing when he rearranges his hold on your wrist to intertwining your fingers. You stare at your interlocked hands and exhale. “And if they can’t see all these great qualities about you then they don’t deserve you.”
The upward curl of Akaashi’s plump lips is beautiful, painfully so. Under the silver light of the full moon, you can’t help but wonder how one can be this ethereal. Tendrils of inky black hair curl around his smooth skin, brushing along the thick fringe of lashes surrounding his cerulean eyes. The thin slope of his nose, the prominent shape of his cupid’s bow… Aphrodite would curse him out of pure jealousy, Selene would stop her chariot if only to marvel at his perfection. His crush, whoever they may be, would be an absolute fool to not want the man in front of you, the man who glimmers like stardust in the moonlight.
You blame your alcohol-addled brain for this one. “Y’know,” you wave your empty cup around, the last remnants of gin flying about. “You should, you should just kiss them! Grab their stupid face and plant a big wet one on them! Because if they’ve been this blind all this time, maybe they just need something more ‘in their face,’ y’know?”
It’s quiet, save for the music thumping behind you, as he contemplates your suggestion. Akaashi’s grip tightens when he leans a little closer to you. “That’s one way to go about it,” he muses while he drums his fingers along your skin. “It’s someone you know,” he says cautiously and your stomach dips. “Intimately. Would you still recommend I just go up and kiss them?”
You are a fool, an enormous idiot who is helplessly in love with stardust. “Why not? Life’s too short not to take risks.” You hope he doesn’t notice the way your voice cracks, the way your plastic cup crinkles under your shaky hold.
Akaashi hums. He lets go of your hand and you protest when he takes your cup. “Hey,” you say with a pout. “I was gonna get some more.” His lips quirk up on one side as he carefully balances the two cups on the railing.
“I’m just taking your advice.”
With one hand on your hip, and the other cupping the back of your neck, the man who glimmers like stardust kisses you.
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