#Akaashi x Bokuto

[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter three

wutiwant saraunh0ly

❝More awake inside of my dreams, was that really you next to me?

Gimme what I want, who am I supposed to please?

Who am I supposed to please?❞

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You couldn't help but to get absolutely fucking frustrated with Kenma. After so long, the little petty act from him had gotten so deep under your skin. You weren't one to tolerate something so stupid and childish, especially when you were nothing but courteous.

Kenma had somehow caused you to stop refraining from your usual nice manner and instead seemed to have brought a hateful part of you out.

It had all started when you had changed your seat in a class, seemingly nothing right? Wrong.

Apparently, the universe hates you because as you roamed the seating options, choosing once further in the back before class started, you had dangerously realized that Kenma had this class too.

The burning hatred on his face was more than known when you also apparently took his exact same seat. He stood there with his books in hand, now a bored expression on his face as if he was waiting for you to automatically get up.

"There's no assigned seats, find another one." You side eyed him, a cold tone encasing your words. A scrunch of his face was duly noted when he walked across the room, avoiding a seat near you as much as possible.

Somehow, that filled you with excitement, giving the exact same energy back to him as he had been doing to you.

That's what his mean ass gets, you smirked to yourself. However, you couldn't help the hot and cold shiver of excitement that coursed through you. Suddenly, it was extremely hot in the light brown sweater you had picked out today.

Kenma on the other hand, knew that you had this class with him on the first day. From that day forward, he watched you like a hawk. Every movement, every sip from your pink water bottle, every single interaction you'd have with a classmate.

He'd be in the back watching you, unable to take his eyes off the way you were just... you.

He couldn't help but to act like this towards you. You messed his life up from the beginning, knowing who you were even before you guys had properly met. The crosswalk incident never seemed to have crossed your mind when you saw him. It had been in his mind ever since he saw how absolutely beautiful you looked, listening to a song he knew which made you even more attractive in his eyes.

Anyways, deep down you knew that this eventually would not solve anything between you two. You actually had to talk with Kuroo about this now, before it really got too far. That's not something you really wanted to do though.

Class had blown by in a breeze, you couldn't stop staring at the back of Kenma's head as he wrote down notes, doodled a bit in his notebook, and even stretched to avoid cramping.

You were so enthralled with him; you could sense it. You shoved that down to only wanting to be friends and not wanting to fight with your roommate.

"Kuroo, I just feel like Kenma doesn't really like me." You confessed, sitting on the couch at home, wrapped in a blanket.

"Nonsense, Kenma can be ... something, but I'm sure he just hasn't warmed up to you yet." He spoke so surely that maybe you just have imagined the past few interactions with Kenma.

Except... you haven't. Kenma truly was being a dickhead to you, you knew that much.

Kenma on the other hand, knew he was too. He couldn't stand that you actually live with them. Your presence –your scent– was everywhere even if you weren't there at all.

He couldn't bare it anymore. The lustrous thoughts of you filled his mind and he loathed it. He loathed you. But he couldn't help himself when you and Kuroo were out of the apartment, and he took a peek into your room.

He found it girlish and utterly weird to say the least, however, that didn't stop from taking an article of clothing from your dirty hamper. Kenma felt so dirty, so invasive, but he was getting unbelievably hard at the fact you might have worn these the night before.

Your pink and white dotted panties with a pretty bow on them taken by Kenma as a trophy. The dirty act of doing it sent an electrical shock down his spine, he hated you so much, to the point where he craved you so badly.

His hard cock had strained against his underwear and sweatpants he had so often worn. Seeing a dried wet stain on them was the straw that broke the camel's back for him. Kenma's eyes were lidded with lust, knowing that he didn't have nearly enough time to fully please himself with this article of clothing till you or Kuroo came back to the apartment.

You didn't have a clue of any of this, of course, only focused on telling Kuroo to talk to Kenma for you – not wanting him to hate you anymore.

And you definitely left out the bits where you've cussed back at Kenma or sarcastically responded back just because he decided to be an extra asshole like. A recurring memory strikes especially during the Saturday nights where you had made dinner for everyone on the weekends, but he insisted that he was sure it would kill him if he ate it.

"If you say so," You responded, picking at your nails, not having anything else to say or better to do.

"How about you come with me? I was going to go meet up with some friends from high school and I'm pretty sure you'd like to meet them." Kuroo says with a smile, if you hadn't known any better you would think that he was trying to cheer you up from the nonsense that Kenma was on.

"I guess." you sighed, deciding that you'd use this opportunity to make some friends outside of class and get your mind off of Kenma's antics towards you.

It was a brisk walk that you and Kuroo took, catching up on his classes and how he was doing lately since it felt like you both haven't really talked a lot lately.

He was going on about how he has been staying after lectures to help some of his classmates with work they were troubled on. In Kuroo's head, it just seemed like the perfect excuse to help you, and Kenma got along better when he wasn't around. Clearly, so far it has been backfiring.

No matter how many times Kuroo tried to talk some sense into Kenma, obviously knowing how you feel when he acts like such a dickhead to you, he just wouldn't budge. He'd claim that you're the one who is always provoking him.

"Oh, so that's why you've been wearing those so much? I thought you finally realized how well they suit your face but no, you got a compliment from a girl." You rolled your eyes, giggling at how silly Kuroo was sometimes.

"She was cute, okay?" He tried defending himself, knocking on the white apartment door you guys arrived at, blushing ever so slightly at this girl he had class with and occasionally helped her with her work.

Luckily his escape from this conversation was when a man opened the door. He was tall, broad shoulders, and had a funny spiky updo of white-gray hair that had black streaks in it – it didn't look half bad.

However, the most peculiar feature about him wasn't his build, or his hair, not even his clothes, it was eyes. Those eyes... were strange to say the least. Round, stark golden-colored eyes watched you like a hawk – no, like an owl. It was almost eerie how similar you could compare the two together.

He looked attractive and magnetic to be around, you understood why Kuroo was friends with him after all.

"Hey, hey, hey! Kubro!" The man interrupted your thoughts, embracing Kuroo into a man hug.

"Sup bro! How have you and Akaashi been?" Kuroo asked as they broke from the 'bro hug' and the man opened the door wider so you both could enter.

"We're great! Who's this little thing here?" He peered down at you, a wide smile on his face which suited him a lot.

"Hi, I'm Kuroo's roommate. Y/n." You returned a smile back at him, his joyous grin becoming infectious.

"Ah, I remember now. I'm Bokuto, this is my apartment that I share with my boyfriend!" He announced to you, which you nodded to, not really sure what to respond with.

"Kaashi! Come meet Y/n," The man loudly called for, who you were guessing, his lover.

A man emerged from around the corner of the living room, you assumed that's what it was. He was wearing a sweater that suited him nicely matched with a pair of black slacks. He had glasses on, which flattered his angled face very well. If Bokuto was handsome and magnetic then Akaashi was pretty and elegant.

"Kou, you don't have to shout. I can hear. Hello, I'm Keiji Akaashi," He extended his hand to shake yours – something Bokuto hadn't done.

"Hi, nice to meet you." You shook it, being polite and offering a smile.

"Would you like some tea?" You answered yes to the offering, turning away from what Tetsu and Bokuto were talking about and followed Akaashi into the kitchen. It was very homey here, and even smelled great. He put a kettle on and let you choose which kind of tea bag you'd prefer.

You let out a gasp, seeing your favorite tea in the mix, which was cinnamon apple spice. "This one please, I love it so much!" You couldn't help but to gush.

That caught Akaashi's attention, and he immediately turned toward you, a newfound friend he could speak to about tea.

"Tell me about it, I love the after spice it gives." He smiled; it was alluring. It made your mind wander to Kenma and how he'd look when he smiled, not his usual grimace that covered his face when you were around.

After a few mindless minutes of comparing favorite teas and even going so far to discuss different brands the topic switched to something else – or someone else. And that twisted your stomach in knots, however, you weren't too sure if it was a good or bad thing.

"So, you're rooming with Kuroo and Kenma? How has that been?" He sat across from you at the glass table, both holding and sipping the teas.

"Well..." You trailed a bit, slightly chewing the membrane off the inside of your cheek. You didn't really know how to phrase how it was going.

Eventually, you went with your gut and began, "Honestly, living with Kuroo has been a breeze. I've known him since I was in primary school so there are no bumps in the road with him." Not even bringing up Kenma until he just had to ask.

"And Kenma?" He questioned, finding it weird that you had only mentioned Kuroo and not the other roommate you were also living with.

“Uh, it’s been fine, I guess.” You were going to leave it there but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Honestly, he’s been really fucking mean. Ever since the day I moved in, it feels like he’s hated my presence and I don’t even know what I did to him.”

“He’s just so infuriating sometimes and can't even bear a simple ‘thank you’ when I try to include him in things or get him his favorite coffee.” You grumbled, letting out more and more of a rant to Akaashi who was just sitting there, looking at you so intently while you spoke. It was as if he was silently urging you to continue.

“Don’t even get me started on the sassy ass remarks he loves to give me on the off chance he’s not trying so hard to avoid me. I’ve tried everything to be his friend and he’s just not budging and I don’t know what to do.” You sighed, finally out with all of the mess that’s been troubling you for the past weeks.

You knew it had to be quite some time that you’ve held all that in since it was the end of September.

“Hm, would you like advice?” He peered down at his now half empty cup, the tea delicious.

You peered up to him, surprised.

“You’d give me advice on how to deal with him?” You asked, curiously.

“Well, yeah. I’ve known Kenma since high school so I ought to at least give you some advice on his antics.” Akaashi explained as if it was desperately obvious.

To you, though, it wasn’t. However, you still nodded him along to tell you what you should do.

“It’s simple, just keep being nice when you can. Kenma can get under peoples skin sometimes but I guess we all have known him so long that it doesn’t really affect us anymore.” He spoke with intent, getting up to put his cup in the sink.

Keep being nice? It sounded like a load of garbage to be completely honest, but Akaashi had known Kenma for a while, along with Bokuto and Kuroo. So, you guess you had no other choice but to follow it. 

Soon, the hang out was over and you exchanged numbers with Bokuto and Akaashi. You enjoyed that you had a nice advocate for you if you needed it – meaning Akaashi, or Keiji as he asked for you to call him.

You felt better about your hardy relationship with Kenma and planned to fix it too. Plus, it was nice to rant about your troubles to someone who listens very well.

They make a great couple; you thought as you and Kuroo walked on the way back to the apartment. The evening chill, flickering lights of streetlamps, and tugging your sweater close to your skin was so dulcetly ephemeral to you.

Your eyes started to lid, yearning for your bed as you couldn't keep up with the conversation of Kuroo telling you about how he and Bokuto met.

"You know, I'm really grateful for you," You suddenly felt sentimental when that left your mouth. Memories of Kuroo and you since you were young fleeted through the front of your mind.

Kuroo turned towards you with a curious look, "I'm exceptionally grateful for you, Y/n."

There wasn't any more talking till you both arrived at the apartment. You wondered in another universe if you and Kuroo had ever been actual siblings instead of found family siblings.

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

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some bokuaka doodles for a tiktok video, they are so high school 😔

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akaashi had a hard time convincing bokuto that he’s not going to suffocate (based on the meme below)

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"Bokuto-san hurry up"

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Overnight story

Dilf! Ushijima x Reader (afab)

Smut! MDNI!

Word count: 4.6k

+ : age gap (reader in their 20s, him in his 40s), rough play, breast play, obvious flirting, overstimulation, passing out, very little degradation, very little to little praising, mentioning of creampie, hot body, Ushijima Wakatoshi (god this man..)

"Wow I'm so glad for you! Honestly I couldn't endure it seeing you guys almost fucking right on the spot" you said to your friend, congratulating her that she got engaged, finally. "And it's really Alright if I'm there too?" you ask.

She was having a meet over with her family and her partners, and you got asked to give her company while they announce their love once again and celebrating it.

"Yes you gotta come, otherwise I can't stand my parents silent-treating each other all the time" she jokes around, while you try to remember her dad, wondering if you have ever met him...

You arrived at her house, lightly dressed up with a black dress and a see-through white blouse over your shoulder, keeping you a bit warm, having some exchange clothes with you in your Bag. She saw you through the windows and opened the door, hugging you tight. "You're good in time!" she adds a sentence whispering in your ear "my parents are already annoying" and smiles innocently. As you stepped into the quite big house, you already got greeted by 3 faces. Her family.

Her mother hugs you light as a greeting "Oh y/n I haven't seen you for a long time! You look good!" she says, admiring your looks and clothes. You thanked her for the compliment and looked at your friends brother, already knowing him. He gives you a slight smile and holds out his hand. With a comfort in your chest, you took his head and greeted him with exchanging some words. He's not much of a talker.

You feel a light gaze upon you while talking with him, a gaze that let you feel lightly uncomfortable. As you were done chattering, a tall man with olive eyes looks at you.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says calm, with a deep voice that let you feel something deep down. You weren't expecting such an attractive man as her father, and he quite fits your type too. He holds out his right hand to greet you. You took his hand, noticing the size of it, but looked into his eyes with a slight smile, noticing his almost perfect eyelashes.

"Y/n l/n it's a pleasure to meet you too mister". He looks you deep in the eyes, letting a mysterious gaze through you, like he would enjoy giving you all the attention there is. Would that affect you? Probably..

...

The family of your friends fiance arrived shortly after that and you had quite some good time. Eating, drinking champagne, chatting with the others but mostly listening to the others. But all the time, you felt the familiar gaze from before all the time, Wakatoshi following your movements with his eyes, not taking them off of you.

He enjoys looking at you, studying like a picture, wondering what's making it so unbreable to not gaze at it, imagining what could be under that dress of yours. He is desperate for something new. His divorce was quite a time ago, and there hasn't been anything quite after it, just some hook-ups that were not that much fun as he thought.

Quite charmed of that misterious man, you got caught, trying to examine him with his grey-greenish hair. Just now your sight wanders over his clothes. A black blouse which seems a little tight on his build shoulders, dark-grey trousers and a brown slim belt, holding his trousers up to his waist. He notices your gaze, locking your eyes at his. Your doe eyes looking into his from a distance. He raises his glass with such a little smile, only you could see, you holding yours up too, sympathizing with him and smiling back.

You would love to hear his voice once again, him speaking with his deep voice that has made a little impact on you, wanting to hear him right next to your ear.

...

The evening went on, and eventually the party went to an end. The family of the fiance went home, your friends brother drove home to his girlfriend as you found out, and your friend and his fiance went into their bedroom. Because of your long way there, you got the guestroom and (unfortunately) Wakatoshi took the couch to sleep on, his driveway also long enough just to see his daughter.

You're laying in bed, already changed clothes, but still fully awake, your mind not getting him out of your mind. Wakatoshi was admiring you and he let you know that, visibly admiring you, smiling at you when you met him, it drives you crazy. Crazy not knowing what his intentions are, what he wants to do with you.

It gave you some tickling down your lower stomach, and just imagining that his rough, big hand would stroke over this area, gives you goosebumps. Already awake and not doing anything except of scrolling through your phone, you decided to go down into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Very slowly and trying to not wake the others, you open your door and get down the stairs, not making a noise. Only a bit light down there. Through the kitchen there's a wide opening, right to the living room where he sits. Wakatoshi, watching TV. He didn't notice you, not yet.

You quietly get a glass and fill it up with water, just now noticing that he sits there, without his upper cloth, having his right arm on the sofa back, his big shoulders and his upper back being visible. Your eyes wander over his muscles moving near his neck, hearing a little sigh from him. Even that makes you feel light, just some sounds from him.

He grabs something next to his body, his shirt. The moves that he makes while getting his shirt on, turned you kinda on. Those muscles that moves around, his arms getting through that shirt, his biceps visible is getting you some tickles and not just down your abdomen.

You shook your head, getting back your mind and were about to drink out of the glass, until the head of the tall man turns to the kitchen, catching you a little embarrassed on the stop.

Unable to get out of the situation, you decided to get another glass of water, asking a little shy if he wants something to drink. He nods to your answer and you walk to him, slowly, with the glasses in your hands, and getting a bit exited, to finally talk to him a bit. You walk through the opening with the glasses and he watches you, wondering if he gets to see more tonight, than just your short pants and your white shirt. He wants to rip it off, wanting to open that bra you can see a bit through.

As you sat down slowly next to him, it's more visible that he got a big chest that now is covered. His visible jawline got a shave two days ago. He leans back, his arm resting on the back of the sofa again, looking but not watching TV.

"You also couldn't fall asleep?" he asks, looking down at you from the side. "No not really.." you answer him, a bit intimidated, wondering what he will say again with this voice of his, that makes you feel dizzy. You now see where the silence from your friends brother come from. "Why can't you sleep?" you finally ask, not bearing that silence between you. "I couldn't handle it, not being able to talk to you propably" he shoot his shot. What does he have to lose? Nothing but your company he enjoys, and he was aware of what he has done to you.

You weren't prepared to hear that out of his mouth, making you feel exited, asking yourself if you should say something. "I think so too" you say, quietly regretting those words now. "I'm sorry mister, please forget what I said" spits out of your mouth, wanting to stand up and leave of embarrassment and the fact that you feel your cheek light up a bit.

As you stand up, he grabs your arm soft to hold you back, his whole hand fitting around your forearm. The soft touch with this raw hand, got your core throb a bit, getting too excited than you should. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuzz. You can stay to my pleasure"these words coming out of his mouth, you do see a light excitement from his eyes that look through you.

Deciding to stay, you sit back down and came a bit near him. It's hard to make a move when he is full of courage that he sends out, making it almost impossible to even flirt with that older man. Wakatoshi puts his arm on the back of the sofa, kind of getting you in his space more. As you noticed you dare to take a look at him while watching TV. He awaited that and raises his eyebrows at catching you stare, having a light smirk on his face which makes him unbearable to not fuck the shit out of him.

He slowly wanders his gaze down to your chest, and back at your eyes with a smile. God you just wished for a move that he would make, which he does, surprisingly right after enjoying the view of your body.

The excitement almost overflowing in you, as he lays down his hand on your thigh, not affecting him in any way. God, he is so close to your core, that you clench your thighs a bit to supress the throb that went a bit needier.

"Is that alright with you?" such a polite man, only if you knew what he wants to do with you. Fuck you raw and good, making you cum all over his dick are the only desires he has right now, and he is close to fulfilling that dream.

You nod, making him feel more comfortable around you than he was, making him stroke your squeezable thigh with his thumb, really slowly making his way to your lose short-pants. A compliment comes from his lips.

"You looked very good in that dress. I couldn't stop looking at you" finally you made a move, still kind of afraid but it was so obvious to you that he likes you. "I noticed that, I loved your attention on me" you said. God finally he kept moving on, you thought as he leans to you, watching those eyes and lips, wanting to kiss them so bad.

"I want to give you all the attention you want" he breathes, almost touching your lips with his. Only just some inches between it... You couldn't hold back, your self-control finally went away, he waited for that moment. "please do mister.." you answer without hesitation, finally getting his lips to touch yours.

~~<3~~

Your whole body feeling hot, bursting out the lust you tried to keep in, moving along with his. His hand longing to finally touch your waist and grabbing your skin of it. Wakatoshi pulls you onto his lap, not interrupting your greedy wet kiss, turning into deep tongue kisses.

His deep voice humming while he sucked on your tongue, makes you crazy, slowly moving your hip, noticing his aroused cock inside his pants. As you weren't already wet of his touches, he slips his hand into your pants from your left leg, pleasuring your folds with slow movements.

He doesn't want to pleasure himself with you, he wants you to have an unforgettable rough sex with him, not wanting anything else but his dick after that. You break the tongue kiss, watching his hands in your panties, knowing exactly what he does and you can't hold back a slight moan.

"I can't let you be louder than that, otherwise they're gonna wake up" toshi says under his excited breath, longing for your pussy, but keeping it patient. He focuses on your throat now, slowly giving you some of the roughness by biting your collarbone and moving his lips up, placing wet kisses all over the side. Fuck, you thought, already so close to cumming on his fingers and he was just caressing your folds, his wet fingers full of your juice enter into your pussy, and it feels incredible, such a little rush but pleasuring like nothing ever was. You hiss, pulling you onto him more, and grabbing the back of his shirt.

Ruin, wanting to ruin that pretty back was your thought.

You pulled of his shirt, which was kind of hard while getting the full menue of getting fucked with fingers, and hold yourself onto his back, slowly scratching it with your nails. Some little whimpers come out of your mouth and as he started scissoring you, your moan got concealed by wakatoshis hand, while you finally cum on his other one, as you couldn't endure all that pleasure down there.

Your pussy wrenching it all out, sucking his fingers into it more, got him turned all up, ready to make you feel so good. Slowly taking out his fingers, holding them infront of your scrunched up face. "Was that you?" he asked in such a deep voice, it vibrates in your brain. "yes mister..."

What a lovely name to call him, bringing his control to the edge, especially hearing that out of your mouth. It drives him crazy, wanting to fill your hole up more with his cock. He helps you out of your shirt, him finally seeing that bra of yours for a short time, just to open it again, wanting to see every inch of your body.

"Stand up and take off your pants" he says with his eyes on your breasts, that would fit perfectly in his hands. As you do with a little struggle to keep yourself up, his eyes glances down, looking at his art of you with a slight smile. Seeing you being wet all of his doings with just one hand, is such a view to him.

He wanted you to come back on his lap, feeling the throb of your pussy for him, but you decide otherwise. You want to pleasure him too, giving him something he wouldn't expect.

Getting on your knees, you open his legs and pull down his pants. He looks at you seductively, waiting for you to go on, you hold up for a second and admire his length, overall a bit over average but it's gonna fill you up so good.

Taking your breasts around it, to give him some stimulation is a good idea. You start to move them around his cock, seeing how he lays back his head, enjoying your doings. God your sight of him wants you to cum again, and his little hums that turn into some grunts give you a little kick, finally wanting to hear more of him, his deep voice.

His cock starts to twitch, close to cover your tits with his cum, he stops you as his hand grabs your chin lightly. "Don't. Come sit on it." he says under his little breaths, that would enter your mouth soon again. You stand up and move your cunt right over his dick, hesitating at first, unsure of how fast he would go.

Wakatoshi holds you at your hips, getting some help. His large hands almost could hold you alone like that.

"Go on" he commands as he watches you dead in the eyes, giving you a shiver down your spine, almost doing it immediately.

You get down, only just taking his tip and you are already feeling full, feeling his cock. Going to the half, it already hurts a bit, stretching you lightly, but it turns to a pleasuring pain you want to get more of.

As you arrived at his crotch, you hissed in deep, full of him and feeling his veins so intense already brings you to an orgasm already, whining through that pain. You wouldn't know that you were so sensitive for him, already having your first orgasm.

"mister I- fuck I'm sorry..." you apologize under this pain turning into a pleasure. He feels your clenching insides, getting him more aroused. "you're taking my dick good. Don't worry, I will handle the rest" and he immediately starts moving you up and down, getting out full of you and letting you down full on his length.

Tooking you by surprise, you almost scream out his name, but he could stop you with his tongue getting into your mouth once more. Only this one move is enough for him, to get more interested in you.

The only thing you can do to express your pain is by scratching his back. Your hands under his arms, reaching out to it and holding you with your fingernails, leaving some marks and getting 'toshi to grunt into your mouth. The artwork of yours looks so good in his back, and surely as he moved your body up and down, the longer those scratches will stay.

His sweat already is wandering down his back, getting his body even warmer. Him moving you up and down all the time took him to the edge and he is about to give you a creampie. How he would love so see his cum slowly wandering out of you.

Under his heavier rough breaths he got out some words. "You'll feel so good when I come into you..." And so close to getting out all what he got, a supressed moan wanders through the hand of him on your mouth. you came again, not sure if his words got an influence on that, but it was already so much pleasure to endure, as you also couldn't believe how good he let's you feel, already having your second orgasm that lasted whole 2 minutes. Surely you got his lower back red of your nails digging into his wet skin.

His twitching cock pulses into you and at the last move of putting you down, his sperm flew right out of it, warming your insides more. Your clenching walls getting out everything of his cock. Arching your back as you feel hot inside gave you the rest and you almost screamed, again held back from 'toshis hand, muffling your pleasured sound, already seeing stars and so close of passing out.

Him grunting heavily by his doings, feeling your tight pussy. Slowly his cum is dripping out of you, still having his dick in you, is making him smile light, being proud of what he has done to you.

He was the first one, to give you two or three orgasms in only one position. And he will be the only one that managed that. You feel so exhausted, your body only leaning onto his big one, but you can feel his cock getting wrapped up again.

"Haven't you done your job right?" he whispers into your ear, shortly nibbling your earlobe, already having a plan how to manage a mess like you. "No mister... I'm sorry mister..." you say exhausted, not even able to move your body right now.

Unable to predict his actions, your body is in his control now, but he waits. He waits that you earn a bit strength back, slowly stroking your head, going through your hair, holding you tight to his body. He could be considered gentle, but his impression and roughness tell otherwise.

With slow movements, you wrap your arms over his shoulder, this being his sign to go on. "hold on tight" he whispers, slowly moving up, holding you. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist but your head wasn't quite able to catch up. And in a second, he bounced you on his dick once again, moving in even further.

Your mouths already together, you moan into his mouth again, even having the feeling to melt into his sloppy kisses. Not even you didn't know that you would be so loud in one lifetime, yet your beautiful sounds that he enjoys are getting muffled by his warm lips or his hand on your swollen mouth, due to all that kissing.

Your slim walls pushing once again, gives him extra pleasure to his thickened cock. Bouncing your body while he stood up, was only the second of his list on how to fuck you, but for tonight it was the last thing.

Feeling you so tight around his dick, feeling your bouncy boobs and moving you on your arse is everything he could do to feel you everywhere, which made his cock twitchened and he came once again, letting it all out inside you, already feeling is sperm getting out around it, grunting one last time in your mouth. You would remember that grunt forever. His chest heavily moves from the exhaustion that haunts him lightly, looking at his product that he made. The view he has, still holding your body and seeing you still intertwined with him, has such an impact of him. Never thinking of looking at a more beautiful thing.

What a shame it's already over, he thinks but your whole body was tired, you exhausted and barely could keep your eyes open.

The only thing you could remember was getting brought to bed like a kid, carried like one. Only feeling some wet tissues and towels on your body. Then black... You fell asleep, while Wakatoshi took care of you. Cleaning up the living room and bringing you your clothes in the guest room.

As he was done, he came back into your room one last time to look at you, seeing you sleep so peacefully after he made you such a mess. He placed a kiss on your forehead, leaving the room with one thing in his hand. If he would've slept in the same bed as yours, there would've been speculations and you couldn't see each other ever again. He wouldn't let that happen,he is a vulnerable middle aged man.

As he got on the couch, he took the cloth out of his pockets he took of you, your underwear being in his hands, wanting to do this all day long. One little sniff and he was satisfied for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, remembering the view he had from you in his dreams.

~~<3~~

The next morning, you hear some movements in the house, not quite able to assign them. You just lay in your bed, tired body and still tired mind, still trying to remember the last things from the night. As you decide to look down, you slowly stand up from the bed and stretching a bit to get a bit of the pain away that haunts you.

Climbing out of it and slowly opening the door, you see him on the stairs going up. The man that made you mess, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He noticed you on the doorframe and stopped going up, looking at you.

"the others eat breakfast, better get dressed" he says, quickly looking up and down at you, you still being naked. You speak up "I couldn't find my underwear" and as he predicted that, he gets to you, taking your hand and opening it.

This man was slightly obsessed with you and that was an understatement.

Placing his other hand on yours, giving you the underwear you searched for. Your eyes went from your hands to his face, looking up and meeting his. There's a small comfort in them now, a softer gaze than the day before, kind of hard to not lose yourself in his olive eyes. "come, get dressed and eat someting" he says with a charm in his voice, so soft yet so hot with his deep voice.

He shortly gives you a kiss on the forehead and went on going to the bathroom. You stopped him right before with your teasing words. "Missed me that much the night?" smirking to your satisfaction. Did you get him with that?

He looks back, chuckling shortly with a slight smirk. "Go dress up" he says, smiling light and disappears into the bathroom.

Wow, the short chuckle gave you little butterflies into your stomach... So attractive, you think and went into the room to get dressed.

All dressed up - with your underwear - you get down the stairs and sit down on the table where the others sit, one seat next to Wakatoshi. "Wow you slept in" says your friend, smiling to you. Quickly lying on the spot you say: "Yeah I drank a bit much champagne yesterday" and grab the juice to pour it into the glass infront of you.

As you do, a knee hits you light, not moving away from you, already knowing it's Wakatoshis. Only the little touch, not even from his hand, is making you feel comfortable, warm, maybe even a bit needy. It makes you happy, that he searches attention from you, a light smile appearing on your face.

You both shared some touches with your knees under the table as you all ate breakfast, and soon it was time to leave. Leaving your friends house, going home, not able to see him again..

With a little unsure feeling in your tummy, you pack your things in your bag, hopefully not forgetting anything. If yes, you have no shame of turning back if he would live here.

A knock on the doorframe, he stands there, leaning on it with his arm. God the marvelous sight, seeing him in that shirt, such a simple plain one, but he can style anything if it's on his body.

"Ready to leave with me?" you nod turning around and grabbing your bag, but holding in, did he say 'with me'? You look confused to him.

"I'll drive you, no talking back" he says, going away from the doorframe, longing for a short kiss and walks infront of you, ready to wait for your signal.

"okay, I can't talk back" you say, smiling at him, but is it a good time to kiss here? Well, your friend is downstairs, maybe one will satisfy your needs..

You got close to him also, your calm face awaiting his lips tells him that you also want it.

Looking at his lips was the sign to finally kiss you, he brought his hand onto your cheek, you feeling the sensation too much already and he closes your lips with his. It feels like you are on cloud 9 while getting electric shocks through your body. You lean into the kiss, he's feeling every inch of your cheek with-

"Come you guys, my mother is already away, you go now too!" you stop in shock, hearing your friends voice from downstairs. With widening eyes, you look at him moving away from your desperate lips. "We continue this another time" he whispers into your ears, making you fuzzy.

He goes down the stairs, you slowly follow, not trying to show your excitement on your cheeks.

...

"I'm gonna miss you!" Your friend says hugging you tight as a goodbye. You, laying your hands around her back. "I'm gonna miss you too, have nice holidays with him" you say and let go of her. Wakatoshi leans down to his daughter, hugging her and wishing her beautiful moments with her fiance.

You watching them, realizing that you like her dad, but he's single and you too. It felt like a match, and does she have to find out? You let that question open.

Both of you walk out of the door and wandering to his car, getting into the passenger seat, and as you watch him get into his car, you look at his thighs, now seeing that not only his back is well trained. He doesn't skip leg days.

"What city?" he asks you, answering a little late because you were.. Distracted. "xxxxxx" he looks at you, lighty having a disbelief in his eyes. "What?" you ask confused. "So we got the same destination" he answers, and also you were quite surprised but slowly replacing it with a tickling happiness in your stomach.

He starts to drive and you turned on the radio, not liking the silence when someone just doesn't turn up music while driving. It's giving you the ick.

You look out the windows but your gaze went to another thing, your thigh having a hand placed on it. It feels incredible, you had that feeling before, sure but it's always a relieving excitement wandering through your body with chills just by having his touch on your body. He notices you smiling and couldn't suppress his one, his corner of his mouth moving up.

You seem to find a pen next to you, deciding to write something on his hand. You took it, and hold down the hand with yours, writing with the other one. It sure is a spectacle, feeling his rough hands with little veins over it in yours.

He was relieved seeing your number on his hand, having some thoughts on what you guys were writing about and how he could pleasure you through the phone when he will write you...

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

hc that bokuaka say i love you to each other way before confessing they liked each other romantically. like bokuto just went up to akaashi sometimes and said ily and akaashi, without even giving it a seconds thought, would always say ily too. and sometimes if akaashi did like a rlly good set bokuto would yell "WAA THATS SO GOOD I LOVE U AKAASHI" at him before spiking. or if akaashi was responsible for a point bokuto would koala hug him and say ily. and if bokuto spikes past a particularly difficult block akaashi would just stare at him with wide eyes and say ily. or when bokuto gets sad akaashi just pats his back and says "its ok its ok ily bokuto just keep playing pls". BOKUAKA JUST SAYING I LOVE U TO EACH OTHER CASUALLY EVEN BEFORE BEING A COUPLE pls tell me y'all get it 😭😭😭

[sbubbyart]

Watched the Haikyuu movie and cried bc I saw the owl boys !! They’re literally sports parents at their son’s volleyball game <3

Please Do Not Reupload

[firel-yy]

[cheekyboybeth]

rereading “in another life” but picturing bokuaka as jegulus is an amazing idea, what do you mean it will destroy me emotionally???

[mrs-kodzuken]

K.K.T.K on my wrist ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader x Tetsurō Kuroo x Kenma Kozume

WC: 1.9k

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, slice of life

CW: fem!reader, four soulmates, poly relationship, fluff, very soft and sweet

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When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me, treating me with kindness.

Then we'd live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

However, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that I could handle them. As it turns out, that's not how life is at all.

Not at all.

Plenty of hardships are thrown at you left and right. and it's all about how well you deal with it.

As I got older, my fantasies became more realistic. I wanted to live a small, easy life with the person I so dearly loved.

A small child or kitten running around, giving us entertainment.

Living out our lives to the fullest and being content with simplicity. We didn't need anything more or anything less.

That's how I've always imagined it.

As it turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one was one of the best hardships I'll ever came to love.

And it all begins at the young age of sixteen. A fresh high school student, worried about what people thought about them.

Their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

However, most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. On a person's sixteenth birthday, initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

The absolute heart racing feeling full of wonder of who your special significance other could be.

Maybe it was someone who lives halfway across the world. Maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. Maybe someone you grew up with.

Or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

Whatever it may be, they will be bound to meet. Some people say it's fate. Some say even destiny.

However, I just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

I had my dreams significantly crushed by four initials on my wrist. Oh, how I used to despise them—the hate that fueled through me when I looked at my wrist.

Looking back, it was harsh and childish. Life is unexpected; things happen. However, this one was one that's stuck in my favorites, even if it was the opposite of everything I always wanted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. Small devices lit up here and there around the room.

It was an easy night for all of us. Even Kōtarō was quiet, which sparked an interest in me. I was keeping myself busy by reading a book I had been wanting to catch up on.

While also laying on Keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

Our beloved Kenma was in the next room over, streaming. The door was slightly ajar, leaving space for the blue rays of light to show on the wall.

I could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. A small, unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry-colored lips.

No matter how many times I knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, I couldn't get over it.

I had run the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night. And despite that he was a grown man, we don't in this house.

If I had listened hard enough, I could hear Tetsu downstairs. The soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

It seemed as if we were all content in the house we called home. A shiver ran down my back as I felt the soft breeze come from the window.

The skies were pitch black; if it were a normal night, I'd be on the roof with Tetsu and Keiji. We'd point out the constellations and watch the stars.

It was one of my favorite things to do with them.

If it were later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, Kōtarō would be dancing in the rain with me.

We'd sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely boyfriend, Keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house.

Besides Kenma half of the time.

The days that it was sunny, and I wished silently that it would rain. Kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

Even though we both shared the hatred of sunny days, we'd bake something.

Whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes. So, our house constantly smells like a bakery. When we wouldn't feel up to baking, a movie was our next best thing.

On hard days when I felt like I really needed something to just get my mind off for a little while, Kuroo was my go-to person.

We'd run to the park and back, putting the stress into exercising. Sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

However, Keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. He's the only one I'd talk to. I'd spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

Being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and, oddly, calming.

"Are you cold? We can shut the window if you'd like." Keiji turned his head toward me, pausing his reading.

"I'll put on a hoodie," I said, shaking my head and loving the smell of rain. However, he knew that that would be my answer.

I'd always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

It was a habit.

I crawled away from him as I watched Keiji place my bookmark in the place I was reading.

Slipping on my pink slippers, I walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

Who knew that living with four other people would bless you with an enormously large house? However, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

As I walked past Kenma's gaming room, I peered in. My eyes were watching him a bit, I could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

Knowing Kenma, I knew he wasn't wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. He needed them now more than ever, since it's the late hours of the night.

Backing out, I quickly but quietly moved downstairs. His glasses were on the living room coffee table, if I remembered correctly.

When I was on the first floor, I moved to the living room, where his glasses were. Picking them up, I felt the coldness from how long they've been left alone.

The kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. I peeked in at the sight of Tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

He was most likely trying to figure out what we'd be feeling up for to eat after rummaging through our cabinets. God, he could be doing nothing and still look so handsome.

I smiled a little and headed back upstairs. Opening Kenma's door more, I could hear soft grunting from him.

Probably because of a level he was having trouble with.

Setting the glasses close to his keyboard, I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. He nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

That small peck meant, 'Please don't forget to wear them.' I could always express myself with small things without actually saying them to Kenma and Keiji.

Usually, I'd have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to Kō and Tetsu. However, I knew not everyone would be an introvert or just a mind reader.

When I left the room, leaving it cracked like before, I saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

I made my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie I needed to get. When I entered, I saw Kōtarō curled up against Keiji.

His hair was slightly dripping wet, making me cringe a bit.

I spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. I softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

He perked up; his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

"The water will make the bed wet, hon" I softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to get the water out. Wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book or even on my book.

I could hear him sigh happily as I played with his hair, trying to get out all the water.

Glancing over to Keiji, his glasses were off, and our books had been set elsewhere. It's movie time.

Kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. We'd all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartoon movie.

I walked to the bathroom, setting Kōtarō's towel on his hook. In a house of five people, organization was the best key.

After I cut the lights off, I walked back to see a movie picked up and Kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

When I made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, I went to get Kenma. I could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. Knowing that he wouldn't get off the game unless someone actually got him.

As I got closer, I gently put my arms around his back. I did it every single time I wanted him to get off the game. I could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreeing.

Soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. We climbed into bed; the rotation was different this weekend.

Each day or week, we'd switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. It wasn't my idea since I couldn't care less if I was spooning or getting spooned.

However, being the only girl it was kinda nice with everyone being bigger than me, it was kind of hot some nights too.

This time around, Tetsu was spooning me, and I happened to be spooning Kōtarō. After we finished the snacks, I couldn't resist the sleep, which called my name.

Since there were five of us, we couldn't possibly fit in a bed. So we decided to just get one of the biggest; even if we did spoon, I'm sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

This has always been how our stay-up nights have been and I wouldn't change it for the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me.

Well, now that I'm older, it's safe to say that I've got four princes who I was fated with. They agreed to live together with me, and the need to marry wasn't in our minds.

We all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. But if one of us did happen to want to marry? I guess we could.

But this is the end of our weekend night and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad. I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[ricearoniaddict]

Haikyuu Ships as Flowers

IwaOi: Azalea-Take Care of Yourself for Me, Temperance, Fragile Passion

BokuAka: Daffodil-Regard, Unequaled Love, You're the Only One, The Sun is Always Shining When I'm with You

UshiTen: Heather (Lavender)-Admiration, Solitude

KageHina: Hyacinth (General)-Games and Sports, Rashness, Flower Dedicated to Apollo SakuAtsu: Lily of the Valley-Sweetness, Tears of the Virgin Mary, Return to Happiness, Humility, You've Made My Life Complete

[heartfeltarcher]

them

[queenkeiji]

movie night! 🍿

prompt for @/makkisucks through @haikyuuaction. thank you so much for your donation!! 💗

[sliceofsugoii]

Bokuto be sending random thirst pic at middle of nowhere

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Is there a home to be found in these history books (is there something good to be held in these hands)

Day 4 of Thank You, Haikyuu - event masterlist here

pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader (gn) x akaashi keiji

length: 7.3k

genre: archeologist au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: they get trapped in an ancient tomb but they make it out in the end obvs, there's a lot of talk of privilege and financial obstacles and burdens, we don't all get to choose the life we live, you get what I mean

a/n: we can't even talk abt how late I'm posting this there's a finish line and I'm crawling to it

tags: @love-and-lore

"Darling, this is not all coming with us to Cairo," Keiji's voice is tired as he stares at his kitchen table and the various bags and bins and piles strewn across the wooden surface. Koutarou pauses where he's standing in their home, a climbing harness hanging off of his shoulders as he tugs at the carabiner to test it.

"Of course not, Keiji," he says simply. "That bin's staying here." Keiji looks wearily at the small box at the end of the table and then steps forward to shift some things around, carving out a space for himself and his laptop across from his partner. 

"Why are they sending us out there again, anyway?" Koutarou mumbles, his hands busy sifting through a pile of carabiners and harnesses, all moderately the same, while Keiji opens his laptop and begins clicking through files. 

"Well, apparently they've found something new - they think we might be able to actually find the tomb now… let me look," Keiji murmurs, squinting at his screen. Koutarou, half wearing three different climbing harnesses, jingles across the kitchen to grab Keiji's reading glasses and place them gently on his face. Keiji murmurs his thanks and clicks open one of the files he's been sent by their research facility, scanning through it.

"So?" prompts Koutarou, picking up a water bottle and shaking it to see if it's empty.

"Well, apparently there was a sarcophagus recently taken to the British National Museum that some of the other researchers think was related," Keiji says slowly, scrolling through the documents as Koutarou frowns and picks up another water bottle.

"The tomb of Ammit has been lost for centuries - no one's been able to find it," he whines, earning a sympathetic look from Keiji over his laptop. "It's a waste of time for them to send us looking again."

"Most likely, yes," Keiji sighs wearily, just as fatigued by the endless search as his partner. "But it's still our job to - oh my god…" But then he stops, leaning in and squinting at the files on his laptop. Koutarou perks up at the change in Keiji's voice and rounds the table once more, four water bottles held in his arms as he stands by his partner's shoulder and peers down at his laptop.

"What is it, baby?" He murmurs. Keiji leans back in his chair, taking his glasses off so that he can rub the spot between his eyebrows.

"It's been stolen," he says bluntly.

"What?"

"The sarcophagus in Britain… " Keiji says slowly. "There was a break-in at the museum the night it arrived. The cartonnage of the sarcophagus was taken, but nothing else was damaged or stolen." Koutarou's frown deepens at his words, leaning in further to scroll through the document and look over the evidence that's been sent.

"Looks like a professional job," he says tightly. Keiji hums in agreement. "Looks… clean, tidy, precise."

"Looks like…" Keiji trails off, letting Koutarou finish scanning through the file before straightening and looking down at him.

"Looks like our thief's back in the business," Koutarou finishes. Keiji's lips press into a thin line and he clicks on another email that contains flight information for the two of them.

"And… it looks like we're taking a trip to London first."

Thankfully, the two of them realized when they touched down in London that the museum had done an excellent job of cataloging and filing everything meticulously before the break-in happened. Once the two of them had arrived and flashed their credentials, they were given access to the winding back rooms of the museum and the images and information that they'd indexed of the sarcophagus. 

"Look at these photos," Keiji says quietly, his eyes focused on the files in front of him as he hunches over a table, boxes strewn around him. Koutarou stands and leans over his shoulder, humming in understanding at the sight. 

"That's the stolen cartonnage, yea," he mumbles. "But why take that?"

"It's the pattern on it," Keiji explains thoughtfully. "It... it looks like a star map."

"Oh my god," Koutarou perks up, grabbing Keiji by the shoulders to shake him slightly in his excitement. "This is it, Keiji - this is the map to the lost tomb."

"Likely, yes," Keiji responds, and he can't help but let a small spark of excitement bleed into his own voice.

"Can you read it? You can read it, right?" Koutarou grabs one of the photos, staring at it and narrowing his eyes.

"I can," says Keiji lightly. "But this map is thousands of years old… the stars looked a lot different then. It'll take some time for me to sort it out." Koutarou just shrugs at Keiji's words, unbothered by the timeline.

"Good thing we have that long ass flight to Cairo," he offers, but Keiji's busy pursing his lips and squinting at one of the photos. "What is it?"

"There's something else," Keiji says slowly. "It's… it's like it's in some sort of code. There should be a cypher somewhere for this." Koutarou frowns at his words, scanning through the images that are strewn across the table as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. 

"There's nothing else here… they said the entire sarcophagus was catalogued, right? And nothing else was taken besides the cartonnage?" Koutarou looks to Keiji for confirmation and the man nods, frowning as he sifts through the photos again.

"I'm sure of it," he says firmly. "If there is a cypher, it was never here."

"If our little thief's already been here, we have to assume they're on their way to the tomb already - they might have more information on this than we do," Koutarou says, an annoyed edge hardening his voice. Keji scowls at the thought.

"Yes," he says as he stands, slamming the file closed. "But that doesn't mean they'll figure out how to read the map faster than me. Come on." 

It's three days into their stay in Cairo that the hotel suite Koutarou and Keiji are staying in is broken into - but the three of you have been practicing this song and dance long enough that, by now, they know your steps. That's what you assume, at least, when a light is clicked on and Keiji's frowning face appears in the doorway, eyeing the way you have your hands on the documents and files that are spread over the kitchen counter.

"Kou," he calls into the room behind him, keeping his gaze locked on you as you remain frozen, leaning over the counter. There's a part of you that refuses to acknowledge that you've been caught, that refuses to face the fact that you've gotten sloppy, rushed in a way that you aren't normally.

But then Koutarou's standing next to Keiji in the doorway, the corners of his mouth tugged down into a deep frown as he glares at you, and you can't really think about anything beyond fight or flight.  

"Most people would be asleep at this time of night," you quip, straightening to round on them and face them both fully. There's no point, you think, in us all dodging one another again and again.

"Most people don't worry about their hotel rooms being broken into," Keiji responds dryly. "Why don't you step away from the files." 

You cross your arms, instead, rocking back on your heels and humming in mock thoughtfulness.

"Do you know," you ponder aloud, ignoring the weary sigh that escapes Keiji, "how much Ammit's ushabti is being sold for if it's found?"

"We don't really concern ourselves with black market pricings," Keiji shoots back as Koutarou lets his eye flicker down to the way you shift your stance, balancing evenly on your feet as if ready to move, ready to run at a moment's notice.

"Well, fortunately for all of us," you quip back. "I do. There's big, big money for anyone who gets their hands on it and I, personally, would love for those hands to be mine."

"If you have a point, I'd suggest getting to it before the police get here," Koutarou snaps, but you just grin.

"You wouldn't call the police on me. Who else in your life shows you this much of a good time?" But at the matching frowns of the two men, you sober and press your lips together, sighing through your nose and switching tactics.

"How's the, uh, star map coming along? Hm?" You say instead, letting your eyes wander down to the files on the counter once more. This time it's Koutatou's turn to grin and laugh and you snap your head up to scowl at him.

"Oh," he says. "Oh… you haven't figured it out, have you? That's why you're here." You bristle at that, a small, quick sort of thing before you right yourself and glare at him.

"Well, what can I say, not all of us went to school for this," you offer dryly, but your comment is ignored as Keiji steps forward. He walks past both you and Koutarou to stand on the opposite side of the counter as you, gathering documents into his hands and shoving them back into files. 

"I'm not sure why you think," he says quietly, a sharp edge to his voice. "That we'd ever help you find the tomb."

"Because," you say breezily, the lack of concern in your voice making him pause. "You don't have the cypher." That's enough to make both of them freeze, Keiji dropping the file he's holding down onto the table and Koutarou stepping towards you, an action that makes you brace yourself on your feet and angle yourself towards the open window behind you and the lock that you'd broken to get in.

"You have the cypher?" Koutarou asks bluntly. You grin a bit wickedly and reach into your jacket, pulling something out of the inner pocket and placing it on the counter between you and Keiji. When you lift your hand, a shining, golden scarab sits on the cool marble, intricate designs of blue lapis winding around it.

"If you open it," you point out, "the cypher's inside… it's not much to crack, really, but I've already done that part, anyway." Keiji picks up the scarab, holding it up to the dull, yellow light and turning it over as he looks at the symbols on it.  

"How long have you had this?" He murmurs distractedly.

"A while," you shrug. He shoots you a scathing look and you smile. 

"But why… why are you giving it to us?" Koutarou asks, stepping forward to peer at it as it sits in Keiji's hand.

"I'm not," you say simply. "I'm just letting you look at it." Koutarou arches a brow in question and you continue. "See, here's the thing. You can't figure out the map's code. I… can't figure out how to follow stars from thousands of years ago. I figure… we can help each other." Keiji grips the scarab tightly in his hand and scowls at you. 

"Why do you think we'd do that?" An annoyed edge seeps into his voice. "We have the scarab now." You just look at Keiji rather patronizingly and raise a brow.

"I've been running circles around both of you for three years," you point out "Do you really think I couldn't get that back if I wanted to?" Keiji just sniffs indignantly and places the scarab back on the counter between you, crossing his arms instead.

"Either way," Koutarou jumps in. "Why do you think we'd help you? You're a thief, you've been stealing from us for three years. We could just call the police on you right now."

"Yes, it is interesting that you didn't," you say, snatching the scarab up from the counter and grinning when Koutarou shoots a hand out just a bit too slowly to stop you. "But, by the way, I'm not sure me raiding a tomb before you have a chance to is really me stealing from you." Keiji scoffs at your words and Koutarou scowls as he points a finger accusingly at you.

"We don't raid," he snaps. "We're researchers. Most of those artifacts, we catalogue and leave behind, only to find the dig sites looted by you days later. We're trying to preserve history. You're trying to stomp it out."

"Not to mention," Keiji adds, "you do have a habit of hacking into our systems and pilfering my research. If nothing else, that has to be stealing from us."

"Alright, alright," you hold your hands up defensively, the scarab safely in your pocket. "I'm suddenly feeling a bit unpopular here."

"You've always been unpopular here," Koutarou says dryly and you measure him with an unimpressed look.

"Whatever," you say pointedly, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from their moral judgements. "Do we have a deal or not?"

"No," the two of them snap at you at the same time, making you click your tongue in annoyance and rock back on your heels, your arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

"Then you won't find the tomb," you shrug. Keiji huffs and looks at you disapprovingly.

"Neither will you," he points out, but you just shake your head.

"I can always find someone else to read the map. You, on the other hand, won't be able to do anything with that code without the cypher… ever." The two of them glare at you for a moment, twin looks of annoyance boring into you before Koutarou speaks again.

"If it would be so simple for you, why don't you just do it on your own? Why come to us at all?"

"Because I need to be quick about this," you offer quietly. Keiji gestures for you to elaborate as he leans forward to prop his forearms on the counter and look at you closely. "Well, it's like I said. There are a lot of eyes on this tomb right now and I'm not the only seller going after it."

"Ah," Keiji nods in mock understanding. "So it really is just about stealing profits."

"Oh, bite your fucking tongue," you snap tiredly. "You've got too much moral high ground to care about the fights I have with other thieves." You say the word in a mocking sort of way, impersonating the way that the two of them have spit it at you in the past. Keiji just hums thoughtfully and stands straight again, exchanging a look with his partner. In response, Koutarou merely shrugs in an unbothered sort of way and turns to you once more. 

"You know," he points out, "even if we help each other find the tomb, we'd never let you loot it."

"Yes, I had thought of that," you say rather sourly. "But I suppose the artifacts being safely passed over to you two means that no one else can grab them, either… I don't get a profit, sure, but neither does anyone else."

"Do you care that much about winning this game of yours?" Keiji asks bitterly. You fix him with a hard stare.

"I care that much about keeping my livelihood intact and operational," you point out plainly. "Do we have a deal or not."

"Fine," Keiji sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead to ward off his oncoming headache. "We'll map out the location of the tomb together. You won't take anything, you won't touch anything, you'll get nothing from this," he says harshly. You purse your lips in annoyance.

"And in return… you two will say nothing of this," you request firmly. "I don't need the cops sniffing around here looking for me and I'm sure you don't need the headache of all that questioning. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Koutarou nods firmly. You sigh and roll your shoulders back, willing away the tension in them. It's a horrible deal for you, really - and you know that, of course. But sometimes, you think, losing is worth it to drag a few others down with you. You're sure your newfound partners wouldn't agree - but you're also quite sure you don't care. 

It's three more days and nights after that of all of you pouring over the sharing information that you'd gathered, Keiji focused on tracing routes over maps and planning out the logistics, while Koutarou busies himself with preparing for the expedition. It's… tense, of course, the two of them weary of any sudden backstabbing from you while you remain alert, half-convinced that they will have called the authorities on you in any of your moments of relaxation.

But perhaps they're more understanding than you thought they were, because the path to the tomb that the three of you can finally journey to remains undisturbed by their assumed betrayal. And perhaps you're a more honest person than they thought you were, because you remain faithfully helpful and measured throughout the voyage. 

When you're finally faced with the entrance of the tomb, crumbling and half buried under centuries-old mounds of sand, there's a spark that zips through the three of you at the thrill of it. It's a sort of static in the air, a tangible kind of hunger that's shared amongst you as you look into the dark, gaping maw of the tomb's entrance.

"This is going to be dangerous," Koutarou says honestly as he kneels, pulling grappling equipment out of his bag.

"You're welcome to stay here, then," you say flippantly, and a little breeze of delight blows through you at Koutarou's responding cheeky grin. 

"Not a chance," he quips back, tossing a climbing harness to Keiji.

"I didn't think you usually came out on the actual expeditions," you say as you watch him heft on the harness. Keiji looks at you pointedly, like you should already know the answer.

"I don't… but this is different," he says simply.

"Why, because I'm here?" You ask, half-jokingly. When he stays quiet, though, you frown. "What do you think I'm going to do? Off him in the middle of the desert and steal the ushabti?" Your voice catches with disbelief and Keiji looks at you almost apologetically - almost. 

"I think," he says carefully, "that it would be a bad idea for anyone to be out here alone. Koutarou isn't always by himself on these expeditions - we have colleagues, you know."

"In Cairo?" You point out. Koutarou just shrugs.

"Yea," he says easily. "Our research facility operates pretty globally." You hum in annoyed understanding and secure your own climbing harness, preparing to grapple down into the depths of the ancient tomb.

"What about you?" Koutarou prompts. You look at him, puzzled.

"What about me?"

"Who do you go with?" He clarifies. You just shrug your shoulders, shuffling a bit on your feet.

"I… don't," you explain. "I do this on my own." Koutarou gawks at your words and Keiji pulls a sour face.

"That's not safe, you know," he chastises. "What if something were to happen to you?" He's walking past you towards the tomb entrance as he speaks, and you step quickly in front of him to block his path, leaning in to look at him closely.

"What, are you worried about me?" You tease. He looks past you pointedly, a blush beginning to show on his cheeks as the rising sun peaks high in the sky, bathing the endless golden dunes around you in a hot, wavering glow. 

"It's time to get going," he says in lieu of answering, and Koutarou barks out a laugh at the spectacle of it all.

"Uh huh," you agree in mocking seriousness, throwing a grin to Koutarou over Keiji's shoulder. It's… nice, you realize in a painful sort of way. It's not just the safety of going with them that assures you, but something else… something that makes your heart thump a bit too loudly in your chest.

It feels almost like… home - the thought comes to you in a striking, panicky sort of way as the three of you grapple down into the tomb, the realization making you waver as your hands tighten on the rope. Fortunately - or rather unfortunately, the shifting of the sand above the three of you and the winds of the wide, endless desert begin to blow the dunes. As sand begins to trickle onto your heads, larger rocks and debris from the once-standing structure begin to crumble under the force, caving in above and in front of you.

There's a bit of a scramble, Koutarou grabbing you by the harness when the three of you land on your feet and hauling you back as what was left of the entrance caves in completely, bathing the three of you in endless darkness and the quiet of the world below. As you and Koutarou both crack open large emergency glowsticks from your bags, the light of them illuminates the smooth, sandstone walls and the way that Koutarou's hand is still rooted on the front of your harness, his arm wrapped around you from behind to pull you to his chest. 

You clear your throat pointedly and he lets you go like he's been burned, an apologetic, sheepish sort of grin crossing his face in the hollow light of the glowsticks. Keiji, all the while, is using the light to poke around the passage that you've all found yourselves in, searching for a way through the debris,

"We're… trapped," he says haltingly, and you turn to shine your light onto the crumbled pile of sand and stone that was once the entrance, as if illuminating it will show some crack in the darkness, some way to escape.

"What?" You snap.

"There's always a way out, though," he says patiently. "You just have to find it." Keiji dutifully ignores your obvious disbelief at his mentality as he continues staring at the fallen rocks.

"That… might be difficult," Koutarou's voice has Keiji straightening and you turning to the sound, walking slowly down the passage to where he's approaching you.

"You can't wander off like that, Kou," Keiji says tightly, but his partner just shoots him an apologetic sort of look.

"It's really not a big deal - I get stuck in places like this all the time!" He says brightly. "That's what the satellite phone is for - I've already sent a distress signal, they'll come and dig us out."

"Right, your globally sourced colleagues," you say dryly, but Keiji makes an indignant sort of sound.

"All the time? What do you mean you get stuck like this all the time?" But Koutarou's already shining his light down the passage he's wandered down, showing you the beginning of the twists and turns in it. 

"It's a… maze, I think," he says slowly. You make a humming, high-pitched sound as you peer down through the endless paths.

"Of course," you say sarcastically, "because things really just weren't bad enough before."

"Did you bring the scarab with you?" Keiji asks quickly. You frown and pull it from your bag.

"Obviously, yes," you say as you hold it out to him, letting him snatch it from you and begin pulling it open under the light of the glowsticks. It stirs something in you, something nervous and longing deep within the recesses of your soul, the way that the three of you begin to work together and fall into step.

You suppose, as Keiji finds whatever he's looking for within the scarab, that the three of you really have been in step for all these years, you dancing around them and remaining just out of reach so constantly. You wonder, sort of guiltily and sort of earnestly, if they ever think of you when you get to dig sites before them and snatch artifacts, or when their crates are stolen in transit before they make it home, or when they're researching on-site and they go back the next morning to find their site plundered.

You wonder, through it all, if you've really been alone this whole time, or if the shadows that you leave behind have intertwined enough with them to keep you company in the sprawling, endless deserts of this life of yours. 

Keiji's voice, thankfully, interrupts your desperate spiralling as he announces that he's found the key to the path through the maze and Koutarou puts his hand on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face at your ashen, hurt demeanour. 

"The scarab has more in it than just the cypher," Keiji mumbles, squinting as he looks at it. "I'll lead… if we're waiting for the rescue team to get here, we might as well find what we came here for."

As you step slowly after him, your legs weighed down by the heaviness of Keiji's words, you begin to wonder what you really are doing here. You consider, with a hint of panic, what you've been doing all these years, trailing after the two of them and keeping yourself just out of reach, just far enough away from something that you could call home. 

Nightfall, within the depths of the maze, feels odd. The three of you know that it's time to rest only from the watches on your wrists and the fatigue that begins to weigh you all down. Laying in thinly padded sleeping bags on the hard, sandy floor, with the darkness stretching endlessly in every direction, sleep is hard to come by even for those of you who find yourselves used to nights like this. 

Somewhere to your right, Keiji sighs and rolls over again, shifting his back against the hard rock as if somehow he'll be able to find some comfortable space, as if trying over and over will yield a new result.

"Why do you do this?" he blurts out into the darkness eventually, seemingly too wound and uncomfortable to sleep.

"Me?" You ask.

"Yes, you," he clarifies, and his voice… is kinder than you remember, gentler than you think you've heard before. "Why did you choose to make this your life? Sleeping on the ground alone in a tomb chasing after stolen pieces of history."

"Well…" you begin carefully. "Why did you choose this?"

"That's different," he says quickly. "What Koutarou and I do is different."

"It's not, really," you say nonchalantly, but you hear the rustling of Koutarou sitting up on the other side of you before his voice rings through the darkness.

"It is," he assures. "We educate, we preserve, we… we're here to pass history forward, not to destroy it."

"Sure," you say easily, but Koutarou, you realize, isn't finished with his tirade.

"What you do is different - you're desecrating these sites, not saving them." You're quiet for a long moment after that, listening to the thump of him laying back down and shuffling endlessly to try to find some kind of comfort where he lies.

"I don't desecrate them," you say quietly, finally, your voice quiet enough to almost be swallowed by the vast emptiness of the night. Kieji makes a humming, indignant sort of sound and you continue. "I don't. There are others who do things a lot worse than I do. I… I've always done it as respectfully as I can."

"There is no respectful way to steal from the dead," Keiji says firmly, a finality in his tone. 

"I wouldn't," you begin, your voice wavering as you continue in a halting sort of way. "I wouldn't do it like this… if I had a choice."

"There's always a choice," Koutarou says easily, but you scoff and sniff angrily.

"You don't understand," you say, your voice thinner and weaker than you ever would've liked - and than they've ever heard before. "There's not always a way out… not for all of us."

"I didn't mean -" Koutarou starts, admittedly panicked by your wet sniffling, but you just barrel on.

"Not all of us have the money that you do have," you say earnestly. "We can't go to Ivy League schools and get degrees and good jobs. And if you don't have that, then you go off and do it on your own - just a little, just, you know, for the fun of it… to say you did it once. To say you lived the life you'd wanted, just once."

Keiji says your name quietly, a strained sort of guilt pulling at his voice, but you've started now - you've let the floodgates open and you find yourself unable, really, to close them back up again.

"And then you find something that sells," you continue, tears beginning to drip down your cheeks, disappearing into the blackness of the endless passage as your voice carries on, melting into the vast darkness. "And then something else, and then something else. You think about how you have enough money now to go to school, to get that life that you didn't have before…"

"And then?" Koutarou asks quietly, a sombre care in his voice that makes your heart clench painfully.

"And then your little sister wants to go to university. She wants to but she can't afford it and you think that you'd do anything to make sure she doesn't turn out like you. And then your mom gets sick and she's got medical bills that she can't pay on her own and… and it all just seems so selfish, to try to use your hands for something good when all that's going on."

Things are quiet for a bit too long after you speak, nothing but your stifled, sniffling hiccups heard as the two men lay in silence on either side of you. But then Keiji speaks, very cautiously, very slowly.

"I think," he begins, "that anyone who gives up their life to help others like that has done more good with their hands than most people do in their entire lives." As he speaks, Koutarou reaches out to you, through the endless darkness, to take your hand in his and intertwine your trembling fingers with his own. 

"And I think," says Koutarou gently, "that there are some people who wouldn't really understand that… if they grew up with privilege and opportunity. I think that people like that would be wrong to judge people like you." You squeeze his hand gently, just once, before letting go of him, rolling onto your side so that you can put your back to him.

"But they are still those people," you say quietly, the stretching darkness swallowing your words. "And I am still this thing." You've miscalculated, though, of course, because turning away from Koutarou has just put you face-to-face with Keiji. He slides closer to you on the rough, stone ground, reaching to brush the tears from your cheeks with gentle thumbs as he cups your face in his palms.

You wonder, in a bit of anguish, when touch had ever been this kind, this loving, and it brings fresh tears to your eyes that stream down your cheeks. 

"You can't cry so much right now, darling," Keiji says gently, wiping the tears dutifully from your skin. "We're rationing our water and we're stuck down here." You laugh wetly at his words, sniffing once more.

"I thought there was always a way out?" You quip gently, a quiet sort of jab at the blind privilege that the two men have often displayed. But they take it in stride, both of them, which is apparent by Koutarou's quiet, muffled laugh and the delicate kiss that Keiji pressed to your forehead.

"What can I say," he begins softly. "I worry about keeping the people I care about safe." That sobers you greatly, and you feel Koutarou's hand reaching through the thick darkness to grab onto your hand again.

"There will be a way out this time," Koutarou squeezes your fingers gently. "We'll make sure of it."

You do find it, eventually, the heart of Ammit's tomb where the sarcophagus lays. And there it is again, of course, that static-like hunger that hazes the air between the three of you - the feeling of the grandness of it all, of standing in places uncharted and finding things long lost.

You think once more, as you exchange shining, hope-filled looks, that there really is such little difference between what you are and what they claim to be. Perhaps, you think as you peer down at your hands, spreading your palms to stare at them under the glow of the Koutarou's light, perhaps these hands of yours can shape something good, after all.

You don't look for the ushabti - you figure that, since you've sworn not to take it, there's no point in searching. You know, by now, that there's no use in pushing for something impossible. So you stand, instead, off to the side while Koutarou and Keiji commence their business of taking photos and cataloguing and doing whatever else it is that they do.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Keiji says quietly, standing next to you for a moment to look you up and down over his glasses, as if he's waiting for you to kick the lid off of the sarcophagus and loot whatever you find inside.

"Yea," you say instead, your voice quiet against the thrumming power of the tomb. "It is."

"It makes it all worth it, right?" Koutarou chirps happily, an excited bounce to his step as he moves around the space like it's home to him, like he's settled into the comfortable grooves of this life that he's built.

As the two of them work, stepping around each other with the ease that only comes from calling someone home for so long, you spend your time standing under the dull hue of the glowsticks, staring at the ancient sarcophagus in front of you - at the grave of someone who died thousands of years ago. As you peer at it, at the intensity and the endlessness of it all, you wonder what it is you're really doing here. As history crumbles behind you and the future stretches on ahead, you consider, for a halting moment, if you really have the time to keep yourself hidden away like this. You wonder if there's space in the endless turn of time for you to stray so far from home. 

The walk back to the entrance of the tomb, after the whole spectacle, is slower than you'd like - there's an itch under your skin now, a desperation to breathe in the clear air of the endless sky and get away from this place of becoming - this place of taking. With every step that you take, you feel the weight of your life grow heavier, dragging you further down into the sands as you consider everything that you are and are not and maybe could've been if you'd given yourself the chance. 

The relief that you feel is immeasurable when the three of you finally plod back to the entrance and find Koutarou and Keiji's rescue team hauling rocks and debris away, a sliver of light growing and growing and becoming something more in front of you, bathing you in the shining, golden glow of the sun once more.

Koutarou bounds forward, eager to see the team as he waves to them.

"Konoha, hey," he calls. "You took too long."

"You're lucky we came at all, Kou!" The man, clearly joking, calls down as he throws two grappling lines down. You stare at the two twin ropes as Keiji and Koutarou step forward, and Keiji is about to call up that they need a third when you stop him.

"Don't bother. There's… there's no room for a third. You just go, I'll come up after you," you say quietly, and the two of them stare at you hard for a minute before Koutarou speaks up.

"There is," he assures. "We'll make room. We'll… we can make space."

"But," Keiji adds. "It's up to you. We'll go up and…"

"I'll follow," you say easily, smiling a bit as the sun finally hits your face, ricocheting past you and into the endless passages that dig their way deep below the sands. "I'll be right behind you - I always am." That's reassurance enough, thankfully, and they begin hauling themselves up out of the tomb. You, once more, you find, are left to chase after them, never given quite what they've always had.

Konoha, when you pull yourself up, makes a comment about the two of them picking up a stray. When Koutarou reaches one firm hand to haul you up by your climbing harness, effectively picking you up with one of his arms, you try not to take the quip personally.

"You alright?" Koutarou's eyes are gentler than they should be when he asks you, the sun bathing the world around you once more as he brushes sand off of your shoulders. 

"Of course I am," you say gently, and as you stare out towards the endless, rolling dunes of sand and the way that the desert stretches on infinitely, you can't help but feel as if you've stepped out into a different world. You feel almost as if a part of you was left down there, in that timeless tomb, and nothing will ever fall into place in quite the same way ever again.

"Alright, come on you two," Konoho claps a hand onto Koutarou's shoulder and jerks his head towards the paramedic on the team.

"I feel fine," Koutaoru nearly pouts as he watches Keiji already beginning to be checked over. 

"You've been in a hole for three days, so you'll have to forgive me if I don't believe you," Konoha responds dryly, dragging Koutarou along with him and away from you.

It's easy after that, you find, to sort of just… slip away.  By the time the paramedic's finished checking over Koutarou and Keiji, you're nowhere to be found, disappeared into the line of the horizon and the endlessness of the life that you've chosen to live.

"Do you think they'll come back?" Koutarou asks quietly, fiddling with Keiji's fingers as he stares out toward the immensity of the desert.

"I'm sure they will… when they're ready," Keiji assures quietly, but his brows furrow as he, too, stares out, and he wonders where in the endlessness you are. 

It's later that night, in fact, in the peace of their hotel suite, that you tap your knuckles gently against the balcony door. As Koutarou scrambles to his feet to let you in, Keiji smiles at the understanding that you've done that entirely for their benefit - that you could easily come and go from any locked part of their life if you wanted. 

"You came back," Koutarou says as he brings you into a crushing hug. You look at Keiji over Koutarou's bicep as it squishes your cheeks together and he laughs at the sight, swinging his legs up and off of the bed to come save you. 

"I'm glad, darling," he says quietly, extracting you from Koutarou's embrace to hold you delicately in his own hug, letting his partner press a kiss to the crown of your head during the process. 

"I just… I just came to say goodbye," you say weakly, stepping away from both of them.

"No -" Koutarou starts, but you smile sadly and he snaps his mouth shut.

"I am sorry, you know, for all the trouble I caused you both," you continue, twisting your fingers nervously as you look between them. "I don't think I really cared about it but… but I - I do now and I'm sorry."

"It's alright, darling," Keiji says softly, a care in his voice that rattles you. 

"Anyway," you plow on, "I won't do it anymore."

"What?" Koutarou says, bewildered.

"I won't - if I know it's you, I'll stay away," you continue. "I promise, I'll… when I see you, I'll duck. If I hear your names on a job, I'll back out. You won't have to worry about me anymore."

"And if we want to?" Koutarou challenges, and you hesitate at his words.

"Well, why… would you?" You say slowly, but your choice of words just has him rolling his eyes before grabbing you by your arm and pulling you forward until you stumble against his chest and he can slam his lips to yours.

Keiji, while he looks on, goes to the nightstand next to their hotel bed and pulls out a business card, scribbling something on it. By the time you and Koutarou part, your face heated and lips reddened, he's pressing it into your hand. In your dazed state, you don't even check to see what it is - you just look to Keiji in expectation. 

He laughs, an honest, unencumbered sort of thing before holding your face gently in his hands and pressing a firm, sweet kiss to your lips.

"It's a mutually shared sentiment, I promise," he murmurs as you part, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks before he finally pulls away. It's then that you finally look down at the card in your hand and see the stamp of their research facility on it.

"What's this for?" You mumble, staring down at it. 

"I'd really rather you didn't keep yourself from us," Keiji says easily. "You know, our department is always looking for more contract employees, people who are willing to travel and work wherever's needed, whenever's needed." 

"The three of us work well together," Koutarou adds, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone gently. "It'd be nice to do it again."

"Oh, sure," you murmur, thumbing the corner of the card. "And, uh, what's their policy on hiring criminals, do you think?" Keiji frowns at your words, feigning thoughtfulness.

"I don't think you've ever been charged with anything," he says simply. "Why ever would they think you're a criminal?"

"Now that you mention it," Koutarou copies Keiji's fake consideration as you gawk at the two of them. "We never did discover who that thief was, did we? It's a shame, I mean, but I guess that's one of life's great mysteries."

"I suppose it is," Keiji nods solemnly, ignoring your spluttering shock. "And, you know, if the thefts suddenly… stopped, well, I can't imagine people would keep caring about it, can you?" They both look to you then, waiting for your confirmation as you stand, dazed and staring at them.

"Well… sure," you say eventually, a breathy quality to your voice. "I mean… I guess some things just… go away. I guess there are things we get to just… put down."

"Exactly," Koutarou says, booping your nose and laughing at the way it scrunches up at the contact. "Let your hands relax," he coos, swinging your intertwined hands with his. "Just put it down." You sigh at his words, letting yourself relax against the two of them - much to their delight as Koutarou wraps his arms around you, keeping you upright. "Stay here with us tonight," he continues softly, a gentle plea in his voice. "Don't disappear just yet."

"We'll pick it up when someone needs to," Keiji offers softly, taking your face gently in his hands to press fleeting kisses across your cheeks. "We'll give these hands of yours a break."

It's three weeks after that, when Keiji and Koutarou are en route to Greece, when their phones both ping. It's a group chat made by an unknown number, with coordinates and the pictures of a cypher sent to them.

"Huh," Koutarou says as he and Keiji both flick through the photos. "This feels… familiar, doesn't it?" Keiji smiles at his partner's words, looking down at the messages. They both know their thief well enough to know that it's you, and they recognize the folder in the background of the photo - the stamp in the top right corner that shows the symbol of their research facility.

They know that this is what it looks like when you use those hands of yours for something good.