#I’ve spend a lot of quality time w/ my fiancé kicking his ass in uno

[peachysamu]

A/n: part 2 for this piece but can be read as a standalone; Akaashi’s adorable and he thinks you are too

There’s a muted excitement (not so much on Bokuto’s end but boy, he sure does try) lingering in the air. It feels as though everyone is sitting in anticipation. Confusion settles upon your features as everyone continues to view what seems to be an amateur video full of jostles and out of frame action as if it were a cinematic masterpiece on the precipice of greatness.

Your gaze goes from the TV to Akaashi, but he points back to the screen, urging you not to miss it.

It’s a weird way to spend your weekly Sunday brunch among family and friends. Usually it would be full of food, games, and gossip but for some reason, your boyfriend out of all people decided to change it up by watching a show.

You’re wracking your brain trying to decipher what exactly you’re watching until a small detail catches you. Actually, you recognize the speckled flooring on the screen right now. A tan and white design, it looks exactly like the place you and Akaashi stayed at a couple of years ago in Hokkaido.

You shouldn’t be surprised when you enter the frame but your gasp incites a smug nudge from Konoha who sits beside you.

“Here, try this.”

It’s Akaashi alluring cadence that distracts your attention back to the screen. On it is you, sitting on the couch being handed a candy. Yes, you remember this moment. Your old self takes it without question and upon popping it into your mouth, your whole face scrunches at the acrid taste upon your tongue. Real time Akaashi mimics the laugh that follows in the video along with everyone else in the room and the scene transitions to an image of a familiar scrawl written on paper.

Your face puckers in the cutest way whenever you eat sour food. It’s so over exaggerated like when you let babies try lemons for the first time. Your mouth gets so tiny and your eyes close so tight you look like you’re going to cry. It’s so adorable. There’s no other way to describe it and it’s why I love bringing you home umeboshi onigiri.

Your jaw unhinges in surprise. The tv continues rolling videos that Akaashi has collected throughout the years. Each one is accompanied by writing you know is his but have never seen before.

So your eyes search for him so that he may answer all the questions formulating in your brain. The everyday hero of your story. Wispy hair, thick frames glasses, and Oxford shoes for days, Akaashi sweeps in to the rescue. He makes sure to plug in your phone when you fall asleep at night and he’ll never say no when you ask him to listen to a new album one of your favorite artists release. There is no one else you’d rather be with, laying side by side on the floor and in the dark, eyes closed.

And now here he is, holding your hands in his. You cannot help but keep your focus on him. He shines a light so bright and the pull he bears just from existing is astronomical. Every bit of you wants a piece of him, his touch, his attention, his scent, his love.

“When you first met me, you told me you wanted to know what I was writing in my books. You wanted to see what I see.” Akaashi recounts. His palms sweat, endearingly so, and his gaze leans to the lower right when he stalls, but everything is beginning to make sense. You’re overcome with emotions, at the knowledge of what this means. He doesn’t even have to say it. He doesn’t have to say it at all, but gods do you want to hear it so badly. “It’s you. You’re all I see.” He bends down on one knee. Oh, the tears are streaming now. “And everything I write, everything I’ve written, are reasons why I love you.”

Your hero. Your hero with wispy hair, thick framed glasses, and oxfords for days, now adorns a ring. A glorious one that he wants to give to you.

“Will you marry me?”

And when you kiss him with an overzealous yes, all Akaashi can think of are the timeless cliches. He feels like time slows when you lean back with jewels lining your cheeks just as bright as the ring on your finger. The stars align and his friends cheer from the sidelines. With a glowing heart, Akaashi officially feels like the protagonist of his own story.