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120_minutenTitel: Fate Misnamed part 3
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: H/C: in Tränen ausbrechen [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (+ mal wieder Oikawa)
Wörter: 1550
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: Keiji messed up.
A/N: Fortsetzung von Teil 1 und Teil 2, auch zu finden auf AO3 =3
Ja, gleich zwei Teile, weil ich beide direkt hintereinander geschrieben hab, aber immer zwischendurch, weil einfach zu viel los war bei mir ^^° Und da es sich irgendwie angeboten hat und ich inspiriert war, dachte ich, schreibe ich erst den zweiten Teil auch und poste dann beides.
Srry can’t make it, is what Bokuto’s message reads.
Keiji messed up. He knows he did. How could letting Bokuto believe they are in the same situation be anything but a huge, unforgivable mistake?
Stay calm, he tells himself. Rationally, it does not make any sense that Bokuto found out about Keiji’s lie. Rationally, it’s more likely that Bokuto really just couldn’t make it because he forgot about some other plans or something similar - that would be like Bokuto. Rationally, Keiji knows that there is no sense in worrying.
But he still can’t quite shake off that prophetic feeling of an impending break-up.
Because it’s very unlike Bokuto not to use any smileys or emojis or to cancel his plans with Keiji so late. Keiji is already at their destination - the little owl café Bokuto found and that they have been visiting almost every week.
Suddenly, he feels a little silly standing here in the sun all alone, waiting for no one. Suddenly, the people walking past appear to be looking at him, judging him, and Keiji turns in order to walk back to the station and not to look like an idiot, standing around doing nothing, but the door to the owl café opens and Kanae, a waitress Bokuto and Keiji already know by name for how many times they’ve already visited, peers out.
“Akaashi-kun, don’t you want to come wait inside?” she asks innocently, not knowing that Bokuto won’t come.
Keiji doesn’t know what to say. He blinks at Kanae a few times, trying to gather his wits about him.
“Bokuto-san just texted me. He won’t make it. I guess we’ll have to postpone our visit this time.”
His voice does not shake, he does not look down at his soulmate counter, does not fiddle with his hands. But he does not feel in control either, despite that.
“Oh, okay. Say ‘hi’ to Bokuto for me, will you?” She smiles at Keiji with a smile he knows only too well. It’s the same one he wears when he’s working and one of his guests tells him about some mishap, something Keiji always finds trivial. The same way Kanae probably finds this situation trivial.
Keiji tries smiling back, then nods in farewell and flees.
***
Keiji tries texting Bokuto several times for the next three days, but Bokuto always replies late, without any smileys and always curtly. It feels like he’s being short with Keiji, like it’s a hassle to reply to him. It feels like rejection.
But Keiji is prepared. He knew it was going to end this way from the beginning. He’s not going to lose it, the same way he never lost it with all the people that came before Bokuto.
“What’s up with you today? This is the third wrong drink now, Keiji,” Oikawa observes as he puts a latte back on the table, eying Keiji sharply, as if trying to read even deeper into him. “Trouble in paradise?”
Keiji flinches involuntarily. “I’m fine,” he says and promptly knocks over the carton of milk beside him with his hand. He curses under his breath and quickly picks it up again, then dives for the kitchen paper closest to him and mops up the milk. When he gets back behind the register, Oikawa is already staring him down. “Uh-huh, I can see that.”
Keiji sighs. “I guess you were wrong. He’s rejecting me.”
Oikawa narrows his eyes at him as if in deep thought. “Do you really think so? What if you’re misinterpreting his behavior?”
Keiji looks down at his hands, like last time, only that this time, he’s not stopping himself from fiddling with his fingers. “He usually always uses smiley, emojis… he doesn’t use them anymore when he replies to me. He canceled our date five minutes before the appointed time. I don’t know how to interpret that other than that he’s had enough.”
“Oh shit,” he hears Oikawa mutter quietly, then Oikawa looks around, assesses the surroundings - there are four tables occupied, not a lot of people left since it’s only half an hour to closing time - and looks back at Keiji. “Can you keep those tears down for now?”
Keiji frowns at him and finds that his vision has become a little blurry. He hadn’t even noticed that he’s teared up. How stupid of him. Even though he was prepared.
“Fuck,” Oikawa hisses out, rushes over to the other side of the counter, to Keiji, and leads him into the kitchen that is adjacent to the area behind the counter.
Keiji is trying to stem those tears, swallow them somehow, but his vision remains blurry. He grits his teeth and tilts his head back, looks up with wide-open eyes, and it works. The tears don’t fall, recede slowly, until he can breathe normally again.
“Right, that’s better,” Oikawa says and almost pierces Keiji with his stare. “You’ve got it bad for him, huh.”
It was the wrong thing to say. It was the wrong thing to say and the tears fall so suddenly Keiji didn’t even feel them coming until they are already out. He’s brushing them away with the backs of his hands, but only accomplishes smearing the tears all over his face until everything feels wet and salty. He tries to reassure Oikawa that he’ll be fine, but he hiccups instead, having completely lost control over his throat. He feels Oikawa’s hand on his shoulder and hears softly spoken words and is guided towards the back and down on the small mini-ladder currently repurposed as a chair.
“Hey, hey, Keiji, it’s okay. Here, take this,” Oikawa presses a napkin into Keiji’s hand which he immediately presses against his eyes until the tears finally stop, leaving Keiji feeling brittle and weak, and like the world is a little shaky.
“Okay, so, you stay put. Let me handle the rest, okay?” Oikawa smiles down at him reassuringly and Keiji just nods. He knows he’s not in any position to get back out there. His eyes are probably too red and his nose too snotty. He’s glad that Oikawa is so competent at everything he does. He wishes he could be as competent with relationships. No, he thinks, it’d be enough if I were competent at handling Bokuto.
Time has a weird, liquid quality suddenly. Keiji isn’t sure how much time passes until Oikawa is back with him. Oikawa takes one look at him and shakes his head. “Go home.”
“What? I can’t l-”
“Go home, I tell you. When people give you an easy way out, you take it, Keiji. Have I taught you nothing?” Oikawa winks at him and pulls him up swiftly, then drags him out of the kitchen. All the guests are gone, so it must be past closing hours.
“Are you sure?” Keiji already feels bad about his outburst. He doesn’t want to feel worse for leaving Oikawa with all the clean-up work.
Oikawa, however, just rolls his eyes. “Positive. Now get lost before I have to throw you out.”
Keiji wants to think that Oikawa will never know how grateful he is for this. But Oikawa has probably already read that from the expression on his face. This is one of the few times Keiji is glad Oikawa can read people so well.
It’s already dark outside and only a handful people pass Keiji under the lamp lights. The world doesn’t feel quiet like in the novels Keiji read - it’s never really quiet in Tokyo. But he still feels so isolated. He feels the most isolated from Bokuto, who suddenly feels miles and miles away.
His phone buzzes and Keiji flinches. Stupid, it’s not Bokuto. He hasn’t initiated any texting for the past three days.
He still pulls his phone out eagerly, unable to convince himself of his irrationality. Only to get proved wrong, because the name appearing on his screen is Bokuto’s.
For a breathless moment Keiji just stares. Then he unlocks the screen with shaking hands.
Akaashi!! Sorry for not writing much!!! <(_ _)> I forgot there was a training camp and then Kuroo invited me over!
For a brief moment, Keiji feels like the whole world stops spinning, holds its breath, and with its release, he feels the huge mountain of a weight lift off his chest. He feels so relieved that he can’t stop the breathless laughter slipping past his lips.
His phone buzzes again with another message from Bokuto.
Are you free tomorrow?
Keiji wipes his hand over his face before looking down at the screen again.
You need a personal organizer, he types, Yes, I’m free. Meet me at the owl café at 5?
Bokuto’s reply comes faster than lightning, and Keiji feels light again.
YES!!! SEE YA ＼(＾▽＾)／
Keiji takes a deep breath and makes his resolve. Next time, at the owl café, he will tell Bokuto, come what may. He’s still afraid, still scared so much, but he wants this to work out, he wants them to work out, because Bokuto is the best person that could have walked into Keiji’s life. With Bokuto, Keiji feels so alive, and he wants it to last.
At that moment, Keiji decides to fight for it. Something he’s probably never done before.
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: H/C: in Tränen ausbrechen [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (+ mal wieder Oikawa)
Wörter: 1550
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: Keiji messed up.
A/N: Fortsetzung von Teil 1 und Teil 2, auch zu finden auf AO3 =3
Ja, gleich zwei Teile, weil ich beide direkt hintereinander geschrieben hab, aber immer zwischendurch, weil einfach zu viel los war bei mir ^^° Und da es sich irgendwie angeboten hat und ich inspiriert war, dachte ich, schreibe ich erst den zweiten Teil auch und poste dann beides.
Srry can’t make it, is what Bokuto’s message reads.
Keiji messed up. He knows he did. How could letting Bokuto believe they are in the same situation be anything but a huge, unforgivable mistake?
Stay calm, he tells himself. Rationally, it does not make any sense that Bokuto found out about Keiji’s lie. Rationally, it’s more likely that Bokuto really just couldn’t make it because he forgot about some other plans or something similar - that would be like Bokuto. Rationally, Keiji knows that there is no sense in worrying.
But he still can’t quite shake off that prophetic feeling of an impending break-up.
Because it’s very unlike Bokuto not to use any smileys or emojis or to cancel his plans with Keiji so late. Keiji is already at their destination - the little owl café Bokuto found and that they have been visiting almost every week.
Suddenly, he feels a little silly standing here in the sun all alone, waiting for no one. Suddenly, the people walking past appear to be looking at him, judging him, and Keiji turns in order to walk back to the station and not to look like an idiot, standing around doing nothing, but the door to the owl café opens and Kanae, a waitress Bokuto and Keiji already know by name for how many times they’ve already visited, peers out.
“Akaashi-kun, don’t you want to come wait inside?” she asks innocently, not knowing that Bokuto won’t come.
Keiji doesn’t know what to say. He blinks at Kanae a few times, trying to gather his wits about him.
“Bokuto-san just texted me. He won’t make it. I guess we’ll have to postpone our visit this time.”
His voice does not shake, he does not look down at his soulmate counter, does not fiddle with his hands. But he does not feel in control either, despite that.
“Oh, okay. Say ‘hi’ to Bokuto for me, will you?” She smiles at Keiji with a smile he knows only too well. It’s the same one he wears when he’s working and one of his guests tells him about some mishap, something Keiji always finds trivial. The same way Kanae probably finds this situation trivial.
Keiji tries smiling back, then nods in farewell and flees.
***
Keiji tries texting Bokuto several times for the next three days, but Bokuto always replies late, without any smileys and always curtly. It feels like he’s being short with Keiji, like it’s a hassle to reply to him. It feels like rejection.
But Keiji is prepared. He knew it was going to end this way from the beginning. He’s not going to lose it, the same way he never lost it with all the people that came before Bokuto.
“What’s up with you today? This is the third wrong drink now, Keiji,” Oikawa observes as he puts a latte back on the table, eying Keiji sharply, as if trying to read even deeper into him. “Trouble in paradise?”
Keiji flinches involuntarily. “I’m fine,” he says and promptly knocks over the carton of milk beside him with his hand. He curses under his breath and quickly picks it up again, then dives for the kitchen paper closest to him and mops up the milk. When he gets back behind the register, Oikawa is already staring him down. “Uh-huh, I can see that.”
Keiji sighs. “I guess you were wrong. He’s rejecting me.”
Oikawa narrows his eyes at him as if in deep thought. “Do you really think so? What if you’re misinterpreting his behavior?”
Keiji looks down at his hands, like last time, only that this time, he’s not stopping himself from fiddling with his fingers. “He usually always uses smiley, emojis… he doesn’t use them anymore when he replies to me. He canceled our date five minutes before the appointed time. I don’t know how to interpret that other than that he’s had enough.”
“Oh shit,” he hears Oikawa mutter quietly, then Oikawa looks around, assesses the surroundings - there are four tables occupied, not a lot of people left since it’s only half an hour to closing time - and looks back at Keiji. “Can you keep those tears down for now?”
Keiji frowns at him and finds that his vision has become a little blurry. He hadn’t even noticed that he’s teared up. How stupid of him. Even though he was prepared.
“Fuck,” Oikawa hisses out, rushes over to the other side of the counter, to Keiji, and leads him into the kitchen that is adjacent to the area behind the counter.
Keiji is trying to stem those tears, swallow them somehow, but his vision remains blurry. He grits his teeth and tilts his head back, looks up with wide-open eyes, and it works. The tears don’t fall, recede slowly, until he can breathe normally again.
“Right, that’s better,” Oikawa says and almost pierces Keiji with his stare. “You’ve got it bad for him, huh.”
It was the wrong thing to say. It was the wrong thing to say and the tears fall so suddenly Keiji didn’t even feel them coming until they are already out. He’s brushing them away with the backs of his hands, but only accomplishes smearing the tears all over his face until everything feels wet and salty. He tries to reassure Oikawa that he’ll be fine, but he hiccups instead, having completely lost control over his throat. He feels Oikawa’s hand on his shoulder and hears softly spoken words and is guided towards the back and down on the small mini-ladder currently repurposed as a chair.
“Hey, hey, Keiji, it’s okay. Here, take this,” Oikawa presses a napkin into Keiji’s hand which he immediately presses against his eyes until the tears finally stop, leaving Keiji feeling brittle and weak, and like the world is a little shaky.
“Okay, so, you stay put. Let me handle the rest, okay?” Oikawa smiles down at him reassuringly and Keiji just nods. He knows he’s not in any position to get back out there. His eyes are probably too red and his nose too snotty. He’s glad that Oikawa is so competent at everything he does. He wishes he could be as competent with relationships. No, he thinks, it’d be enough if I were competent at handling Bokuto.
Time has a weird, liquid quality suddenly. Keiji isn’t sure how much time passes until Oikawa is back with him. Oikawa takes one look at him and shakes his head. “Go home.”
“What? I can’t l-”
“Go home, I tell you. When people give you an easy way out, you take it, Keiji. Have I taught you nothing?” Oikawa winks at him and pulls him up swiftly, then drags him out of the kitchen. All the guests are gone, so it must be past closing hours.
“Are you sure?” Keiji already feels bad about his outburst. He doesn’t want to feel worse for leaving Oikawa with all the clean-up work.
Oikawa, however, just rolls his eyes. “Positive. Now get lost before I have to throw you out.”
Keiji wants to think that Oikawa will never know how grateful he is for this. But Oikawa has probably already read that from the expression on his face. This is one of the few times Keiji is glad Oikawa can read people so well.
It’s already dark outside and only a handful people pass Keiji under the lamp lights. The world doesn’t feel quiet like in the novels Keiji read - it’s never really quiet in Tokyo. But he still feels so isolated. He feels the most isolated from Bokuto, who suddenly feels miles and miles away.
His phone buzzes and Keiji flinches. Stupid, it’s not Bokuto. He hasn’t initiated any texting for the past three days.
He still pulls his phone out eagerly, unable to convince himself of his irrationality. Only to get proved wrong, because the name appearing on his screen is Bokuto’s.
For a breathless moment Keiji just stares. Then he unlocks the screen with shaking hands.
Akaashi!! Sorry for not writing much!!! <(_ _)> I forgot there was a training camp and then Kuroo invited me over!
For a brief moment, Keiji feels like the whole world stops spinning, holds its breath, and with its release, he feels the huge mountain of a weight lift off his chest. He feels so relieved that he can’t stop the breathless laughter slipping past his lips.
His phone buzzes again with another message from Bokuto.
Are you free tomorrow?
Keiji wipes his hand over his face before looking down at the screen again.
You need a personal organizer, he types, Yes, I’m free. Meet me at the owl café at 5?
Bokuto’s reply comes faster than lightning, and Keiji feels light again.
YES!!! SEE YA ＼(＾▽＾)／
Keiji takes a deep breath and makes his resolve. Next time, at the owl café, he will tell Bokuto, come what may. He’s still afraid, still scared so much, but he wants this to work out, he wants them to work out, because Bokuto is the best person that could have walked into Keiji’s life. With Bokuto, Keiji feels so alive, and he wants it to last.
At that moment, Keiji decides to fight for it. Something he’s probably never done before.
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