WatanabeMaya



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    chobits au

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    competitive flirting.

    #1. kuroken, fake dating

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    a salaryman series.

    #1. matsuhana discovers seven minutes in heaven, trapped in an elevator au
    #2. bokuaka on breaking up and making up, roommates au

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    Takao will forget, in a matter of twenty-four hours, the meaning of his existence and the entirety of their world. He will forget, as it is his curse and anathema and the inevitable condition of his fate. He will forget, as his memory will vanish in the wrinkles of time. He will forget, as he is prone to doing so.

    (But that's okay.)

    Because Midorima will be there, always, and he will remember.

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    KNB Assassin AU

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    Akaashi has another migraine and Tsukishima is better at taking care of people than he lets on.

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    23 Jun 2021

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    “Also don’t praise me for the bare minimum, isn’t it in sickness and health?”

    “That’s marriage, baby.”

    “I’d marry you.”

  2. Public Bookmark 35

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    Tugging the boy closer towards himself, Bokuto observes his serene features. In his slumber, Akaashi appears more calm than usual. His lips jut out into a soft pout, and Bokuto knows from the handful of times he slept with Akaashi that the boy will be waking up with a trail of dried drool starting from the corner of his mouth. It elicits a smile from the ardent athlete, but the warmth in his chest coils with something sharp and scalding as he remembers that they will be separating again come the next afternoon.

    The realization paints the blue from the moonlight in their Osaka hotel into a murky gray. Bokuto wills himself to focus on the cadence of Akaashi’s breath, on the sweet-citrus of his shampoo, on anything other than the uncertainty that makes his heart swell achingly. 

    Bokuto and Akaashi learn to navigate through a long-distance relationship.
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    18 Jun 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Back on the night of Bokuto’s high school graduation, it was Akaashi who cried with the hem of Bokuto’s jacket in his fists.

    “What am I going to do without you?” he had said shakily, eyes on the floor where Bokuto could see tears fall.

    He doesn’t remember how he answered. He only recalls ending the conversation with a chaste kiss to the top of Akaashi’s head.

    Bokuto glances downward. He watches droplets of water fall to the floor, from the shower, from his skin, from the inner corners of his eyes.

    I wish you were here.

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    "we hooked up and now the city has shut down for a week due to a pandemic and now we're stuck in your apartment" AU
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    There’s a comfortable quiet while Sakusa butters some toast until Atsumu’s phone starts ringing from where it’s plugged into the wall. Sakusa scoops it up from the desk in the living room and hands it over to Atsumu, who puts it on speakerphone.

    “Yo, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, around a mouthful of cereal.

    “Oh, so now you pick up.”

    “My phone died!”

    “We thought you died. It’s lucky you weren’t murdered. Unlucky for me, I’ve always wondered what it was like to be an only child.”

    “You mean, I’m lucky I wasn’t murdered by his dick –“

    SHUT –“

    Atsumu grins and shoots at look at Sakusa, who raises his eyebrows and takes a sip of coffee.

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    18 Jun 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 24

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    “Hyogo isn’t your home, Rin,” Osamu says quietly.

    Nine years is a long time to be in love with the ghost of someone.
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    18 Jun 2021

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    “Why didn’t you look for me when you moved to Tokyo?” Suna asks, and he sounds sad. “I’m only ever two hours away now, Samu. We can make it work this time.”

    Osamu looks away. “You said it yourself, Rin. It’s been nine years.”

    “I know. And I still love you, Osamu.”

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    Even so, there is a compartment of his heart where he stashes away the memories he cannot bear to inspect for too long, for fear that his mind, as always, will calculate the very worst outcome. On one shelf: the gray hair he found at his temple a few days ago. In a deeper alcove: the startled look on his grandmother’s face when she had forgotten his name for a moment too long when he last visited her.

    In a hidden room, maybe even a full annex shut away from the rest of his heart: Keiji’s entire sixteenth year, when a boy with incandescent eyes told him that they were the protagonists of the world, and Keiji had believed it.

    Akaashi attends the MSBY Black Jackals - Schweiden Adlers game without informing anyone (other than his long-suffering invitee Tenma Udai)
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    18 Jun 2021

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    Time suspends itself strangely between two people whose lives only intersect once, Keiji thinks. They are each a time capsule for the other.

    Keiji is suddenly, acutely aware that in the Kamei Arena Sendai, he is much more “Fukurodani’s old setter” than “twenty-two-year-old-adult Keiji Akaashi”.

    As he and Osamu Miya chuckle at Atsumu Miya’s fumbled serve, Keiji wonders if it’s possible to feel sixteen and nineteen and nearly twenty-three all at once.