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120_minutenTitel: Fate Misnamed part 6
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: sich jemandem öffnen/anvertrauen [fürs Team]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji
Wörter: 864
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: They finally talk.
A/N: Fortsetzung zu den Teilen 1, 2, 3, 4 und 5. Die Story ist auch zu finden auf AO3 =3 (jetzt alle Teile)
Koutarou feels his hands tremble a little and hides them under his thighs. It’s not the most comfortable place for them, since the black leather couch isn’t exactly soft, but it has to do.
It kinda fits Akaashi, though, to have a black leather couch. It’s weird to be here, inside Akaashi’s apartment, for the first time, when they’re not on good terms. No, that’s not quite right. They aren’t on bad terms. They’re just… on weird terms.
Akaashi comes back in into the living room, drinks in hand, and sits down on the armchair to the side of the couch, facing Koutarou.
It’s been Akaashi’s suggestion to meet at his place, and Kuroo has assured Koutarou that it’s a very good sign. But all the reassurance doesn’t really help now.
Koutarou gratefully grabs his glass of water and takes a few gulps, just to do something.
“You wanted to talk?” Akaashi’s quiet and calm voice floats over to him and Koutarou straightens up, puts his glass back on the table. It’s strange how he feels calmer just from hearing Akaashi’s voice again.
“Yeah. I’m still confused. Kuroo said I couldn’t have mistaken you for my soulmate… so you have to be it. But you say we’re not?”
Akaashi looks down into his own glass. He’s clutching it tight in his hands, though it looks like he’s not aware of it. “So it’s true, huh. People don’t mistake their soulmates?”
It sounds like a question, and yet not like one Akaashi needs an answer to, because he already knows.
“Yeah, that’s how it is for everyone.”
Akaashi frowns suddenly. He looks unhappy, and Koutarou really doesn’t like that look.
“Not for everyone.” Akaashi looks back up, and for a moment, Koutarou is afraid he won’t look him in the eyes again. But Akaashi does.
“I may be your soulmate, but I’ve never had one, and never will.”
Akaashi takes a deep breath, closes and opens his eyes, and even though Koutarou wants to say something, wants to argue, to disagree, he waits patiently, because he can see that Akaashi needs to say something important that is hard for him to say.
“My counter has been at zero all my life, Bokuto-san. I can’t have a soulmate.”
Koutarou feels speechless, though that doesn’t mean he is.
“What?”
Akaashi repeats it, and all of Koutarou’s careful considerations fly out the window.
“But- but that’s terrible!”
Akaashi smiles at him, but it looks pained. In that moment, Koutarou makes a decision he’s very proud of, though not completely aware of yet.
“I didn’t tell you because you were so… bright. When I’m with you, everything seems so much better… and I didn’t want it to be over.”
Akaashi looks down again, fiddles with his fingers around the glass. He looks so fragile, is what Koutarou thinks in that moment. Then what Akaashi said registers.
“So… you’re saying you actually want to be with me, even though I’m not your soulmate?” Koutarou’s heart is jumping and his pulse is racing. In cautious excitement.
Akaashi’s head snaps up. He looks surprised, but still, he says, “Yes.”
“Why?”
The corners of Akaashi’s mouth pull down in a frown, as if he doesn’t understand something. “This might seem a bit rash and bold of me, considering the situation, but… I love you.”
His voice sounds faint and brittle and so vulnerable. Koutarou doesn’t doubt him for a second, but he still has to ask. “You love me…?”
His heart is melting through his bones and his soul is leaving his body in delight - at least that’s what it feels like, because he can’t believe this turn of events to be so amazing. It’s like a dream.
“Yes, I do.”
“Really?” Koutarou know he sounds too eager, but he can’t stop himself from asking, or from shifting forward to the edge of the couch. He can’t take his eyes off Akaashi’s face, and he could listen to Akaashi saying he loves him all day, he swears.
And Akaashi is smiling his little sile again, the genuine one, and Koutarou wants to kiss it.
“Yes, I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too!” bursts out of Koutarou, unbidden, but he would have blurted it anyway. He feels his grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, wider than ever.
“I was afraid you might not.”
A surge of indignation courses through Koutarou. “How? You’re perfect!”
Akaashi still fiddles with his fingers, but he doesn’t look nervous. “Because you’re not my soulmate.”
Koutarou thinks he understands what Akaashi means, but he will probably never accept that reasoning, not now that his decision manifests itself consciously to him.
“Well, you’re still mine, and if you love me too, I see no problem! Screw fate!”
Akaashi’s smile broadens. “Screw fate,” he agrees, and Koutarou’s never been happier. There’s only a tiny little thing that’d be the cherry on top.
“Now you only have to drop the formalities and everything’s perfect!” Koutarou is pretty sure Akaashi would do that for him, at least now, after all the emotional talk.
He doesn’t expect Akaashi to exceed all his expectations with a smile and a tender, “Koutarou.”
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: sich jemandem öffnen/anvertrauen [fürs Team]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji
Wörter: 864
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: They finally talk.
A/N: Fortsetzung zu den Teilen 1, 2, 3, 4 und 5. Die Story ist auch zu finden auf AO3 =3 (jetzt alle Teile)
Koutarou feels his hands tremble a little and hides them under his thighs. It’s not the most comfortable place for them, since the black leather couch isn’t exactly soft, but it has to do.
It kinda fits Akaashi, though, to have a black leather couch. It’s weird to be here, inside Akaashi’s apartment, for the first time, when they’re not on good terms. No, that’s not quite right. They aren’t on bad terms. They’re just… on weird terms.
Akaashi comes back in into the living room, drinks in hand, and sits down on the armchair to the side of the couch, facing Koutarou.
It’s been Akaashi’s suggestion to meet at his place, and Kuroo has assured Koutarou that it’s a very good sign. But all the reassurance doesn’t really help now.
Koutarou gratefully grabs his glass of water and takes a few gulps, just to do something.
“You wanted to talk?” Akaashi’s quiet and calm voice floats over to him and Koutarou straightens up, puts his glass back on the table. It’s strange how he feels calmer just from hearing Akaashi’s voice again.
“Yeah. I’m still confused. Kuroo said I couldn’t have mistaken you for my soulmate… so you have to be it. But you say we’re not?”
Akaashi looks down into his own glass. He’s clutching it tight in his hands, though it looks like he’s not aware of it. “So it’s true, huh. People don’t mistake their soulmates?”
It sounds like a question, and yet not like one Akaashi needs an answer to, because he already knows.
“Yeah, that’s how it is for everyone.”
Akaashi frowns suddenly. He looks unhappy, and Koutarou really doesn’t like that look.
“Not for everyone.” Akaashi looks back up, and for a moment, Koutarou is afraid he won’t look him in the eyes again. But Akaashi does.
“I may be your soulmate, but I’ve never had one, and never will.”
Akaashi takes a deep breath, closes and opens his eyes, and even though Koutarou wants to say something, wants to argue, to disagree, he waits patiently, because he can see that Akaashi needs to say something important that is hard for him to say.
“My counter has been at zero all my life, Bokuto-san. I can’t have a soulmate.”
Koutarou feels speechless, though that doesn’t mean he is.
“What?”
Akaashi repeats it, and all of Koutarou’s careful considerations fly out the window.
“But- but that’s terrible!”
Akaashi smiles at him, but it looks pained. In that moment, Koutarou makes a decision he’s very proud of, though not completely aware of yet.
“I didn’t tell you because you were so… bright. When I’m with you, everything seems so much better… and I didn’t want it to be over.”
Akaashi looks down again, fiddles with his fingers around the glass. He looks so fragile, is what Koutarou thinks in that moment. Then what Akaashi said registers.
“So… you’re saying you actually want to be with me, even though I’m not your soulmate?” Koutarou’s heart is jumping and his pulse is racing. In cautious excitement.
Akaashi’s head snaps up. He looks surprised, but still, he says, “Yes.”
“Why?”
The corners of Akaashi’s mouth pull down in a frown, as if he doesn’t understand something. “This might seem a bit rash and bold of me, considering the situation, but… I love you.”
His voice sounds faint and brittle and so vulnerable. Koutarou doesn’t doubt him for a second, but he still has to ask. “You love me…?”
His heart is melting through his bones and his soul is leaving his body in delight - at least that’s what it feels like, because he can’t believe this turn of events to be so amazing. It’s like a dream.
“Yes, I do.”
“Really?” Koutarou know he sounds too eager, but he can’t stop himself from asking, or from shifting forward to the edge of the couch. He can’t take his eyes off Akaashi’s face, and he could listen to Akaashi saying he loves him all day, he swears.
And Akaashi is smiling his little sile again, the genuine one, and Koutarou wants to kiss it.
“Yes, I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too!” bursts out of Koutarou, unbidden, but he would have blurted it anyway. He feels his grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, wider than ever.
“I was afraid you might not.”
A surge of indignation courses through Koutarou. “How? You’re perfect!”
Akaashi still fiddles with his fingers, but he doesn’t look nervous. “Because you’re not my soulmate.”
Koutarou thinks he understands what Akaashi means, but he will probably never accept that reasoning, not now that his decision manifests itself consciously to him.
“Well, you’re still mine, and if you love me too, I see no problem! Screw fate!”
Akaashi’s smile broadens. “Screw fate,” he agrees, and Koutarou’s never been happier. There’s only a tiny little thing that’d be the cherry on top.
“Now you only have to drop the formalities and everything’s perfect!” Koutarou is pretty sure Akaashi would do that for him, at least now, after all the emotional talk.
He doesn’t expect Akaashi to exceed all his expectations with a smile and a tender, “Koutarou.”
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