• in another life ⭑; 23k words

sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. bokuto knew this, and now akaashi did, too. the hospital au that no body asked for, but that i took upon myself to write.

i cried so many tears. angst. heavy angst. i typically don't read major character deaths, and this is the exact reason why – it hurt so much (hurt so good). reading this fic was a whole experience.. i've never had such heartbreak before. if you need a well written, devastating read... yeah <3

• rules ⭑; 120k words

in which akaashi keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. bokuto is different, that much is obvious. but with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings akaashi back every night.

• what are the chances?; 61k words

akaashi keiji is a figure skater, and has been skating since he was a child. however, due to family issues, he's often tasked with taking care of his adorable nephew, shouyou, and doesn't really see himself as one that has the time or desire for relationships. but when shouyou runs off and leads him to a hockey player named bokuto koutarou, for some reason his heart stops and he can't keep himself from thinking about him. unfortunately, as he and bokuto get closer, things get more and more complicated between akaashi and his family.

• the way you look at me ⭑; 79k words

bokuto sees him every day, every commute, at the final train. the stranger he only knows as train guy. wrapped in coats, mystery, and distance - that is, until bokuto breaks their familiar silence. he struggles with the hardest part of befriending someone he thinks he already knows: taking a step back to reevaluate all his assumptions.

he finds the easiest part is getting to learn about train guy all over again.

i loved how this fic executed just the right amount of slice of life, humor, and angst. the dynamics here are really cute :( i also think the author portrayed mental health aspects (anxiety, ptsd) well. the emotions and interactions were relatively realistic too! i adored bokuto and akaashi in this fic! feat. kuroo being the best bro ofc

• just to miss the sun; 15k words

everything begins to implode when msby jackals outside hitter bokuto koutarou crashes akaashi's livestream.

• full hearts and flower emojis; 15k words

"please stop picking flowers from my garden" au, where akaashi keiji can't help but fall for a serial flower thief

• komorebi; 8k words

when his thirteenth birthday comes, akaashi should be elated.

instead, he is worried.

"wwoooah, you have got the most beautiful human being i have ever seen - no, the most beautiful human being the world has ever been blessed with...can i touch you?!"

the words are found in the smooth space between his shoulder blades, written in the messy but readable scrawl of his 'soulmate', the print dark and strangely beautiful, the letters filled with artistic loops and curls that were enchantingly unique.

and in all caps.

akaashi was worried. very worried.

• i'll return home one day; 7k words

"bro," he asks kuroo out of the blue one day when they're toweling their hair dry, "what if sawamura is halfway across the world and he only comes home seven times a year for around four days each?"

"i would consider every moment a blessing. you got it bad for akaashi already?"

"i just wish you would introduce us sooner."

or, wherein akaashi is a world famous violinist, kuroo introduces him to future olympian-to-be bokuto koutarou. and bokuto pines. a lot.

• the jacket you never returned; 5k words

he leaned over, kissed bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

he will never remember. not now, not ever.

what they were will now forever be forgotten.

"you used to call me keiji, koutarou."

• the spaces between my fingers; 41k words

bokuto spots the blinking red light of an airplane and his eyes trail it until it disappears out of sight, and he lies still, the ticking of the wall clock that kenma gave as a house-warming gift rippling through the air. he reaches a hand out towards the window, the light from outside bright enough for him to make out and trace the outline of his fingers as he spreads them.

it’s lonely.

he curls the digits, and drops his hand over his eyes.

i’ll see you around, bokuto-san.

he lies on his side, curling up and pulling the blanket over his face.

his lips are trembling, but he can feel them forming a smile.

(or: bokuto receives hate from a cat and gripes about going to his classes, akaashi is an exasperated™ teaching assistant, kuroo upholds his status as the best bro friend a guy could ever ask for, and everyone makes an appearance at some point)

bokuaka comfort fic fr