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“I can’t be a best friend to you, Bokuto-san.”
The well-worn tale of distance, time, and the power of choice.
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Akaashi is an astrologer who’s made a fortune predicting the highs and lows of the rich and famous. He’s predicted everything from the growth of the stock market to the most auspicious times to make an investment.
The one thing he hadn’t predicted was the banker who’s been soliciting his services breaking off one of the most high profile engagements of the decade to confess his undying love to Akaashi.
As Akaashi tries to salvage his reputation, the circle of men who have become fixtures in his life swoop in to offer their services.
Bookmarked by 143tinnie
11 Mar 2024
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AGHHHHHHHHAZAHDFFFFFFFFFFF
DONT DO THIS TO ME
THIS IS AMAZING
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The Sky and Guilt Are the Only Feelings I Have Left by oopsthisisqueertoo
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
24 Dec 2018
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Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.
Now in Russian! Translated by Princess Andromeda. Теперь по-русски! Перевод принцессы Андромеды.
Now in Turkish! Translated by Cesear. Şimdi Türkçe! Çevirmek Cesear.
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Because for Akaashi Keiji, he was perfectly fine to be just someone in Tsukishima Kei's busy and hectic showbiz life. Someone he could escape to when the world felt too overwhelming, someone who felt comfortable enough that he could be himself when around him, someone he could afford his dignity when sick and needing help and assistance.
But if Keiji were in a closed confession room and asked what he would prefer, he would undoubtedly prefer something else. Something more. More breakfasts in the morning, more of the blonde's bedhead and gravelly voice, more touches and more moments and just... more of Kei, in general.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. He's down. He's down bad.