• six feet apart, and then some ⭑; 14k words

the roads are clear on the way back to osamu’s apartment. the springtime breeze that blows through the metropolis at night is cool against the skin peeking out from between his gloves and shirtsleeves. asphalt roads stretch before him, long and wide. sidewalks once teeming with patrons every night appear dull without the colorful array of streetwear breathing life into them. the city is a ghost of what it once was—a paler shade of the grey it’s always been. it’s alive, surviving, but it’s hollow.

it’s the tail-end of may, right on the brink of summer, but it’s cold, cold, cold.

the covid-verse was realy interesting. if anything, it made their interactions THAT much better. i really enjoyed reading this one :,)

• thirty minutes away; 14k words

july is blistering, incandescent—the thawing of a heart frozen solid.

SEQUEL THANK GOD

• new love in old places ⭑; 35k words

“an onigiri for yer thoughts?”

akaashi made a face, unimpressed. “i’m fairly certain the saying is, ‘a penny for your thoughts.’”

“i’m fairly certain i don’t care.” osamu pushed the plate towards akaashi, grinning. “it’s a recipe i hadn’t had the chance to release to the public yet. why don’t ya try some and tell me what ya think?”

in which akaashi encounters a stranger's familiar face during the most unexpected of times.

• onigiri for the broken hearted ⭑; 10k words

since his breakup with bokuto, akaashi hadn't been with anybody in any capacity in two years. but then he met the man behind onigiri miya, and the temptation of onigiri was almost too much to bear.

• tastebuds; 32k words

burnout makes akaashi a dull man with a dull sense of taste - and osamu comes to bring back all the flavors.

a story where akaashi & osamu build their relationship through lunchboxes, and more.

• growth mindset; 25k words

akaashi keiji was many things, he could be described as patient, cordial, and intelligent, among other things.

however, keiji couldn’t find it in himself to be patient, cordial, or intelligent when his neighbor was a nuisance

but, that's how it starts.

• and i would walk 500 miles; 21k words

"it’s hard to make friends as an adult, ya know! so this is a special occasion for me, running into ya and everything earlier this week and inviting you here. i only really cook for atsumu when he’s home, and for my daughter. but those two are hardly a tough crowd, they’ll eat anything. you looked like a challenge.”

a challenge, huh?

then akaashi’s mind backtracks a bit.

something about a daughter. wait, a daughter?

SINGLE FATHER OSAMU PLEASE

• hunger ⭑; 18k words

the recipe to getting over heartbreak, written by akaashi keiji. serves two.

u need an ao3 acc to access this fic :(

• sleeping with the enemy; 6k words

“you know,” suna continues. “if you did date akaashi-san you could give us information on fukurodani. we might have to play them for spring nationals.”

“m’not dating someone just to give ya idiots volleyball tips,” osamu grumbles, snatching the last of atsumu’s energy bar out of his hand for good measure.

“what if we dare ya to?” atsumu says, stretching out to try to pull the wrapper back out of osamu’s hand.

“no.”

• let's call it culture shock; 4k words

keiji refuses to call what he is doing now “sneaking out.” as new as being a part of the royal family is to him at the moment, he does know it comes with the perk of having close to free reign over the grounds. they are, in part, his now, after all.

approximately an hour ago, he had presented his attendants with a soft, slightly simpering smile and beseeched them to excuse him, for he was going to take a walk around the gardens. they accepted his smile as generously as they had accepted all the others he had offered them since arriving. it was not an insubstantial number. he’d been smiling politely for hours. days even. from the moment he first set foot in inarizaki, probably.

his cheeks hurt.

one-shot set in tumblr user fiendishpal's osaaka royalty au (https://fiendishpal.tumblr.com/tagged/royalty%20au).

• anaxagoras' hands; 2k words

for as long as he can remember, osamu never had anything that was his own. it is one of the most undeniable curses of being birthed as a pair: what is his is also atsumu's.

until he meets keiji.