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Graduation [KiKasa]

thanksillpass:

Kasamatsu thinks this is what dying feels like – you can’t breathe and can feel your brain collapsing on itself, the desperate rush of blood the only sound you can hear. His face feels hot, his palms are wet, and Kise is looking at him patiently and respectfully like Yukio doesn’t look like he’s choking on his own tongue at all.

He tries to calm down by reminding myself that this is it – the graduation, the last stop; they won’t see each other ever again, probably, not if Kasamatsu can help it, he’s going far away enough anyway. Kise rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly, still aggravatingly patient, and Kasamatsu grits his teeth.

He fists his palm and presses it against Kise’s chest, a little bit more violently than he intended, making Kise stagger back slightly and frown in confusion. Yukio uncurls his fingers slowly and presses his hand flat against Kise’s heart, still unable not looking at him.

He lets go then and turns around to leave, hears a gasp escape Kise’s lips but he keeps going, he won’t turn back, he can’t face him. That’s the one challenge Kasamatsu Yukio has to back down from and he deserves the privilege of running away, he’s worked hard enough to earn it. He’s not a coward.

“You’re a coward, senpai!” Kise shouts, and Yukio falters in his steps.

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Just A Taste: KnB Fic (AkaFuri)

courtingstars:

You can also read this fic on Ao3.

A shamefully
late fic for @cerberosthehellguard, for the AkaFuri Secret Valentine exchange. Thanks so much for being so
patient with me, dear Niri! ❤️

Rating: PG (kissing)

Word Count:
8,000

Warnings: Toothache-inducing
couple. Poetry quotes, because nerds. Demisexual character. Tons of references
to Japanese traditions for Valentine’s Day. Mild angst, because this will
eventually be part of a larger story that spans decades. (… I have a problem. OTL)

Summary: For their first Valentine’s Day together, Furihata makes Akashi a batch of homemade chocolate. Akashi decides to reciprocate—and comes to a few realizations in the process.

A/N: Dear Niri, I
am so sorry your gift is so late! These last several months were hard for me,
but way more importantly, I wanted to make sure to give you the best gift I could. Which
meant that the idea for your fic somehow evolved into a gigantic project that’s
WAY bigger than anything I can finish this summer. OTL (It’s also full of
spoilers for things that happen in The Fast Train to Kyoto and its sequels.) So
instead, here’s the first fluffy chapter of that fic, which is also a
standalone story. And I’m going to return to this after I finish the
other AkaFuri fics I’ve told you about!

Anyway, I really hope
you like it, since you’re one of my favorite readers in the universe, and
an awesome friend. (I felt so lucky when I found out I would be writing for
you!) Your messages always brighten my day, so I hope this story brightens
yours. ❤

The first year, Furihata almost burned down his family’s
kitchen.

He should have known, he thought grimly, as he
surveyed the charred mess of chocolate swirled with fire extinguisher foam. He
wasn’t a bad cook, most of the time. In fact, he was probably the best in his
family, next to his mom.

But whenever Furihata attempted to make
something for Akashi Seijuurou, it always turned into some bizarre disaster.
Probably because he was trying way too hard. Psyching himself out. The usual dumb
crap.

Not that he could help it, really. Feeling some
pressure was kind of inevitable, when you were dating a guy like Akashi.

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acesama:

‘he changed? so that’s how it looks like on the outside—he didn’t really change that much, though. it’s not like we got particularly close. we acknowledge him, but he’s still a weirdo, and he isn’t particularly liked. actually, he’s always floating alone. once we go back, he’ll probably just start speechlessly shooting all by himself. just on and on without getting tired. but if we keep watching that, although he’s a weirdo, although he’s an irritating bastard, we can’t bring ourselves to hate him. but i guess, there’s some things that changed. although it was quite rare, he started smiling even when we’re playing basketball together.’