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you know Sei goes crazy for his tofu :3

When the cafeteria has limited deluxe free tofu 

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KSNJABAHNWJA

you know Sei goes crazy for his tofu :3

When the cafeteria has limited deluxe free tofu 

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fr tho😭

well he was born on Dec 20 soooo 🥰

When I'm in a who loves Christmas the most competition and this is my opponent.

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me too 🤤

ive always liked this angle of akashi where it shows off his muscles

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i will talk for years straight about Akashi

can we talk about akashi i’ve been dying to talk about akashi

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Everything I am not

with Akashi Seijuro

Akashi Seijuro meets someone who is not willing to put themselves into any norms the society pushes. They refuse to engage in activities that don't align with their worldview.

They refuse to attend the class gathering after they have graduated because they have not forgotten the performance everyone had put and the amount of hatred that was casually spread during the days of their studying.

"What? Just because it's over doesn't mean it was ever good."

Someone who shows it when they don't like someone. They don't act nice. They don't act mean. They simply do not smile to this person that they don't like. They don't entertain them.

Someone who doesn't gossip. When they say something about someone who is not present, they make sure to say it to their face as well.

Someone who is not afraid to say they are not doing something because they have absolutely zero desire to do so.

Someone who confronts people. Someone who speaks loudly about the discomfort that was caused by others. Someone who is never a kiss-ass. Someone who knows speaking the truth would hurt them, but they still stand by it.

And it is everything he was taught not to do.

At first he thought this person was ill mannered. How can you only do what pleased you? It was not the way this world functioned. You needed connections, network, people, socializing. But everytime someone would tell him about the things other people spoke behind his back, out of fear, out of spite, out of misery, he started to think otherwise.

Maybe it was better to have less connections but be sure of their decency? Maybe having control over your life and being honest with yourself and with others was a better way to live your life?

Akashi knew you didn't like him. You've made it crystal clear you're not planning on bowing under his commands, you're not planning on stepping into his way either. You were in the same class, why weren't you trying to get something out of him? It wasn't even reverse psychology which he was sure of at the very start. You simply didn't waste your energy, resources and time on someone like him.

And he couldn't be more hooked on that.

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[A/N: These could potentially turn into new series, I am so sorry to the two amazing people who are still waiting for their requests. I am trying to make them decent, although, as you may know, the recent months weren't so easy on me. So I am trying, I didn't forget them!]

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Am I the only one who thinks Akashi would dress himself like this in real life?

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Akashi Seijuro, Nebuya Eikichi and Hayama Kotarou Getting Jealous Headcanons

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A/N: Hello there, Anon. I might answer your question a little bit late because I am going to go camping with my friends. Also, I have actually started learning to write novels together with one of the popular novelists. So I hope you guys pray for me that I am able to make and publish my book.

Gender: Neutral Warning: Profanity, Nebuya gets a bit handsy and Creepy Guys

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Akashi Seijuro: Point Guard/Captain - Rakuzan High School

Akashi doesn’t visibly react when someone flirts with you at first. He smiles with all the chill of a blizzard. But his eyes? They silently promise a psychological takedown. The poor flirt doesn't realize they’ve just made it onto a meticulously curated list.

He’ll gently place a hand on your lower back and interject with, “Ah, I’m sorry, but I believe they’re already spoken for.” He’s still smiling, but his tone is knife-sharp polite. The air chills like a silent alarm went off. You feel both flattered and lowkey afraid.

Akashi doesn't fight dirty; he fights flawlessly. If the flirt is a fellow student or athlete, Akashi will casually obliterate them during a match or exam. It’s always subtle enough to not seem jealous, but the message is clear: You lose. Always.

The moment someone’s attention lingers too long, Akashi casually slips his hand into yours. He doesn’t say a word about it, but his thumb softly strokes your knuckles like a silent reminder. You’re his anchor, and he won't be letting go.

He’ll approach with all the charm of a prince but the authority of an emperor. “Excuse me,” he’ll say, voice cool as winter silk, “may I borrow my significant other for a moment?” His tone leaves no room for refusal, only a gulp and a retreat.

If you're at a dinner or formal event, and someone starts chatting you up, Akashi’s hand will slide under the table to rest on your thigh. It’s gentle but firm. One small squeeze and you know: “I see everything. You’re mine.”

If the stranger boasts or brags, Akashi will deliver a surgical comment like, “Confidence is admirable, though some prefer quiet strength.” He’ll then glance at you with a soft smile, highlighting the contrast. The flirt never stood a chance.

If the stranger is particularly clever or manipulative, Akashi doesn’t get angry; he gets clinical. He studies them like a chess opponent, slowly cornering them in conversation until they make a social blunder. Checkmate. You didn’t even see him move.

He’ll suddenly become extra attentive, fixing your collar, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, and murmuring compliments only you can hear. It’s possessive in the most refined way. The creepy guy just fades into irrelevance, secondhand embarrassed.

Later, when you’re alone, he’ll become noticeably clingier, leaning his head against your shoulder, his hand tracing slow circles on your back. “I didn’t like the way they looked at you,” he’ll admit softly. It’s rare vulnerability, and it’s precious.

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The evening had a quiet charm, golden light filtering through the windows of Rakuzan’s High School library-turned-event-hall, the scent of fresh tea and warm pastries lingering in the air. You were dressed just right for the student council's mixer, not too flashy, but polished enough to draw compliments. And one in particular someone from the debate team—seemed a little too eager to give you theirs. Their smile was wide, their laughter a touch too loud, and they leaned in every time you spoke.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Akashi hadn’t arrived yet, and you figured the conversation was harmless. But the way the other student complimented your voice, brushing a nonexistent thread off your sleeve, made you shift slightly in discomfort. Before you could take a polite step back, a familiar presence approached from behind, so subtle and controlled you barely heard his footsteps until he was beside you.

“Ah,” Akashi said smoothly, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. “I see you’ve already met my partner.” His tone was polite, his lips curved in a soft smile, but the undercurrent of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You turned toward him, and he met your eyes briefly; his were calm but tinged with something sharp and unreadable.

The creepy guy laughed awkwardly, backing off half a step. “Oh, I didn’t realize, sorry, I wasn’t—”

“No need to apologize,” Akashi interrupted gently, the softness of his voice hiding something far colder. “It’s easy to mistake charm for availability. But you see, they’re quite taken. Irreplaceably so.” His hand never left your back, but his fingers subtly tightened, just for a moment, just enough for you to notice.

After the awkward exit of your conversational partner, Akashi guided you toward a quieter corner of the room with deliberate grace. He didn’t speak at first, just stood close, watching you with that piercing gaze of his. Then, in a voice just loud enough for only you to hear, he asked, “Did you enjoy the attention?” You blinked, surprised. “What?”

He repeated the question, softer this time. There was no malice in it, no accusation, only a raw sort of vulnerability that cracked through his usual composure. You reached up and touched his wrist, the tension under your fingertips finally easing. “I didn’t even notice them,” you admitted honestly. “But I noticed the second you walked in.”

His eyes softened immediately. Something unspoken passed between you, something steadier than possessiveness, deeper than jealousy. He leaned forward, brushing a kiss against your temple, his voice low as he whispered, “Good. Because I only have so much patience before I start rearranging futures.”

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Nebuya Eikichi: Center - Rakuzan High School

The second someone tries flirting with you, Nebuya’s voice booms across the room. “HEY! BACK OFF, THAT'S MY BABE!” Everyone turns. You sigh. He’s not subtle and never subtle, but you can’t deny the flutter in your chest at how proud he sounds.

Nebuya suddenly finds a reason to flex, like lifting a chair with one hand, stretching his shirt sleeves just enough to make his biceps bulge. “Did I mention I bench press double my weight?” he says loudly. The flirter stares. You facepalm.

The moment someone’s hand lingers on your shoulder or waist, Nebuya’s there in a flash, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Whoa there, pal,” he grins, but there’s a warning in his voice. You don’t miss how tight his grip is.

He has no problem stepping directly between you and the weirdo. He doesn’t even pretend it’s smooth; he just blocks them with his entire body. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there. Too small,” he mutters with a smirk. You try not to laugh.

He’ll suddenly pull you into a kiss in front of everyone. No warning. Just mouth-on-mouth like you’re the last bottle of protein shake on earth. You pull away breathless and dazed while he smirks at the flirter like he just won the lottery.

When he’s jealous and trying not to explode, he works out harder than usual. “Gotta punch out this weird emotion or I’ll end up suplexing someone,” he mutters. You bring him water. He pulls you into a sweaty hug. “Thanks, babe. Still mine, yeah?”

He’ll hold his tongue while the creep's around, trying to “act cool” for your sake. But the second they walk away, he scoffs. “Pfft. That dude had no calves. No gains. You deserve peak performance, and I AM THAT PEAK.”

After someone flirts with you, he won’t let go for hours. Wraps his arm around your waist, holds your hand even in awkward situations, and rests his chin on your shoulder like a massive golden retriever. “Just making’ sure everyone knows,” he mumbles.

If the creeper gets too bold, Nebuya’s reaction is instinctual: he roars. A full-on “BACK OFF!” that echoes through the hallway. People turn. The stranger bolts. You groan and drag him away, hand over his mouth while he mutters, “What? I’m just protecting what’s mine!”

He buys you snacks, carries your bag, and opens every door like a gentleman. “Let’s go on a date right now. Best date ever. No losers allowed.” It’s over-the-top, dramatic, and so Nebuya you can’t help but smile. He beams.

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The gym was buzzing after the interschool tournament, a mess of victory cheers, towel slaps, and the unmistakable stench of sweat and glory. You stood by the vending machine, sipping a cold drink while waiting for Nebuya to finish up his cool-down laps. You weren’t dressed to impress, but your loose hoodie and shorts still somehow drew attention, especifically from one of the rival team’s players, who wandered over with a charming smile and zero shame.

“You were cheering pretty loud,” the guy said, giving you an easy grin. “You always that passionate, or just for your boyfriend?”

You laughed lightly, out of politeness more than anything. “I guess it depends on who’s playing.” The truth was, you’d been screaming your lungs out for one person only -Eikichi. But something about this guy made you pause, made your instincts twitch. He was standing too close. His eyes lingered too long. And Nebuya had terrible timing.

Or so you thought, until you turned and saw him barreling toward you from across the gym like a tank with a purpose. His eyes locked on the guy, jaw tight, shoulders squared. “Oi,” Nebuya said, loud enough that people turned. “You flirting with my partner?”

The other guy blinked, stunned. “What? No! J-just talking—”

“Yeah?” Nebuya cut in, stepping between you both with a snort. “You ‘talk’ to everybody like that or just the ones already taken?” You could feel the tension in his body, his arm curling around your waist like he was staking claim. It was warm, solid, and slightly ridiculous, but also oddly comforting. You tugged on his sleeve. “Eikichi, it’s fine. I’ve got this.”

“I know you’ve got this,” he muttered, still glaring. “But I’ve got you, and I don’t like people thinking they can cut in just ‘cause I’m over there doing squats.” His voice dropped to a grumble. “He wasn’t even that tall.”

Once the guy backed off, tail tucked between his legs, Nebuya finally exhaled. He looked down at you, cheeks flushed, not from the workout, but from that chaotic swirl of protectiveness and possessiveness. “You’re not mad, right? I j-just—couldn’t help it.”

You smiled and leaned up on your toes to kiss his jaw, brushing sweat-damp hair away from his forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re jealous.” His eyes lit up immediately. “Tch. Damn right I am. Still… I’ll do extra laps if it means people stop trying to flirt with you.” You just laughed, letting him pull you into a tight, sweaty, absolutely ridiculous hug, and loving every second of it.

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Hayama Kotarou: Small Foward - Rakuzan High School

The second he senses flirting, his mood shifts like lightning. One moment he’s grinning, the next he’s pouting and side-eyeing the offender like they just insulted his dribbling skills. “Uh, excuse me? Taken. Very taken,” he says, practically vibrating with offense.

He slings an arm around your shoulder, presses his cheek to yours, and starts grinning wide. “This one’s mine! Sooo taken. Forever.” He says it sweetly but stares at the weird guy with that tiger-toying-with-prey look in his eyes.

At first he acts chill like he was joking, teasing, even letting the weirdo slide for fun. But when the compliments keep coming, his eyes narrow, his laugh fades. “Hey,” he says with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes, “maybe try flirting with someone who has a chance.”

Hayama lets out a too-loud, fake laugh at something the flirter says, then looks you dead in the eye. “Babe, isn’t that the joke I made yesterday? Guess we’ve got fans now.” His tone is airy, but his foot’s tapping rapidly.

Hayama starts doing the absolute most to show you off and outshine the flirter. He’ll start spinning a basketball on one finger, cracking jokes, quoting inside memes only you two understand. “Remember that time I made five three-pointers in a row and you said you’d marry me if I did it again?” he says loudly. You groan.

If someone flirts with you, Hayama turns into a walking koala. Suddenly, he’s touching you constantly, holding your hand, tugging your sleeve, leaning into you while talking like you’re a pillow he can’t live without.

To prove a point, he’ll just grab your face and kiss you right there. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of a gym, mall, or the school hallway. He would grin afterwards, eyes flicking to the stranger. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he loves it.

His fingers start buzzing, literally. When he’s really jealous, the slight crackle of his electricity quirk shows up by accident. It tingles against your skin when he brushes your hand. “Oops, my bad,” he says sheepishly, “guess I got a little… charged up.” You laugh. The creepy guy definitely does not.

You find out later that he told everybody. “Coach! Someone tried to flirt with (Y/N) today!” he whines, like a kindergartner tattling. “I had to defend their honor!” You sigh. You know for a fact Mibuchi and Akashi are never going to let this go.

Hayama may get jealous easily, but at the heart of it, he just really, really loves you. “I know I act crazy, but… it’s only ‘cause you matter to me more than anything,” he admits once you’re alone. You brush his hair back and smile. “I know, silly. That’s why I picked you.” And that’s all it takes to make him melt.

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It started at the café near Rakuzan, the kind with too many hanging plants and a chalkboard menu that changed every week. You were waiting for Hayama, nursing your lemonade, when a guy from another school approached your table. He was tall, good-looking, and clearly knew it, leaning on the back of the chair like he belonged in a shoujo manga. “Hey,” he said with a casual smile, “are you waiting for someone, or can I keep you company?” You blinked, caught off guard. “Um, I’m actually—”

Before you could finish, an unmistakable voice sliced through the chatter of the café. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Hayama said, suddenly appearing behind the guy like some jealous thunder spirit. His smile was bright, but his tone was all static. “Funny running into my very taken partner being hit on like it’s speed dating night.”

The guy turned, confused. “Who are you?” he asked, eyebrow raised. Hayama blinked, then grinned wider, dangerously wide. “Me? I’m their boyfriend. Which means I get the seat, the drink-sharing rights, and all their cute smiles, thanks.” He plopped into the chair beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder like a claim, eyes never leaving the other guy.

You sighed, both fond and a little embarrassed. “Koutarou…” But he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek that made your whole face burn. “What? I just really needed to kiss the love of my life. You know how it is.” The guy backed away with a muttered apology and disappeared toward the counter.

Once he was gone, Hayama finally relaxed, pulling his drink toward him like nothing had happened. “Some people have no shame,” he huffed, stealing a fry off your plate. “Like, who flirts with someone this beautiful and doesn’t even ask if they’re single? That’s flirting etiquette 101.” You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Jealous much?”

He puffed up dramatically. “Jealous? Me? Nooo. I’m just very passionate about my deeply committed and extremely attractive partner.” He flashed you a grin, equal parts cheeky and sincere, then leaned closer and whispered, “But if anyone else tries something like that again, I’m going full-on lightning dunk mode.”

You chuckled, brushing a crumb off his cheek. “That’s… not a real mode.” He winked. “It is now.” And just like that, he was back to being your chaotic, affectionate, absolutely ridiculous boyfriend.

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writers be like, i can fix him! *gives him pneumonia* *has him lose a limb* *has him almost drowned* *has him barely avoid execution* here, fixed.

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IM CRHING HES SO CUTEEEEE

i will forever love the notion where Sei gets obliterated by his own son

When you marry a mid

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

Where Akashi's son protects his mom

[A/N Sorry for mistakes, English is not my first language, and i am tired as hell to actually finish this up properly and it has been resting in my drafts for a week now and in my mind for longer]

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He was exhausted from his work, from the latest meeting he had, from his workers, from everything. He didn't get much sleep because of all the paperwork he had to double check the last minute, and he knew it was unfair to take it all out on his wife. He tried his absolute best never to do it, but he was a human too, and when you asked him if he had forgotten to bring the oat milk, he spoke before he could stop himself.

"I assume you'll be fine without oat milk, if it was that essential, you could have easily asked the workers."

He didn't say anything hurtful, but his tone was so unexpectedly and unnecessarily condescending that you were kind of thrown off. He regretted it immediately. The moment he saw the look on your face. He regretted it because he had wasted years trying to convince you that you could ask for stuff, and the maximum you asked for was oat milk because you couldn't drink a regular one. He knew it, yet he still snapped, and he knew he was wrong. And as he was about to open his mouth to apologize, his 4-year-old stepped in between the two of you, gracefully.

"Speak to my mom like that again, and I'll stab you," he said confidently, holding a toy sword in one hand.

Akashi looked at his son, who was a mini copy of him, same hair, same expression, same eyes, and same face. But the sparkle and mischief in the little boy's eyes were different. He was the most spoiled, the bravest child he had ever met. And he never had the stomach to try to discipline his child the way he was. He was a strict father, yet the young boy never feared him, hell, he used 'Seijuro' sometimes instead of 'father'. The amount of love he held for this child was inexplicable, and it doubled when the child came to defend his biggest love, his precious wife. He lowered his head.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to take my stress out on you, yet it still happened."

There was a certain sadness to his tone, but the child spoke again.

"Mom, this is what happens when you marry a mid."

"Excuse me?" Akashi raised his brow.

"Yes, excuse you! You should be grateful she even looked your way. My momma is the prettiest girl I know! And you're... you're you, dad!"

You could barely hold your laughter at your son's words. While he might be the only person in the entire galaxy to think that Akashi was the one who didn't deserve you, it was still incredibly funny.

"You're right," Akashi said as he looked into your eyes, "I married the woman of my dreams, yet, sometimes, I do act as," there was a pause, "...mid."

"Mom, I can bring your milk," the little boy said without hesitation as he looked into your eyes as well.

"Boys, I can bring my own milk," you laughed as you grabbed your coat and keys to go to the nearest store.

When you left, Akashi was left with the little judgemental creature, who looked at him as if he had committed a crime by speaking to his mother with the wrong tone. Akashi, on the other hand, really couldn't look into his son's eyes.

"Lowering your head is not enough, Seijuro," he said.

Akashi recognized his own tone in the little child's words and it made him chuckle.

He remembered how fearless he was on the court. And now? He is bossed around by his unhinged 4-year-old, who once called Masaomi to tell him he should notify them about his visit 10 business days prior so they can mentally prepare to his annoying and saddening presence.

Who once said he was the man of the house then, during a formal dinner.

Who could and absolutely would stab him for his mom.

"I am deeply ashamed of what I did," Akashi spoke carefully.

The child's gaze remained just as judgemental and cold.

"You are lucky mom will forgive you, I'd divorce you in her place."

"You're four."

"And you're sixty."

"I'm not sixty, I'm thirty."

"You're still very old, mom deserves better and next time, you do something like this, I am filling for 'new dad' application," he said as he left the room to continue whatever he was doing before his dad dared to commit such volatile act.

Akashi sat in silence, thinking about what to do to earn your forgiveness. But he knew he was going to get the silent treatment from the 4-year-old tyrant. Still, he was absolutely proud to have raised a man who would protect his mom even from him.

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guys hes signing our marriage contract :33

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‼️ frfr

"Uhm actually [character] would never do that!☝️🤓"

my tongue has been in his mouth I know him better than the author does.

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i need someone to ask me smth about AkaSev

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UM. IM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD.

Kise? Beautiful. 10/10. hes so cute

Kuroko? Twink. Trans colors? Is Kuroko trans?

Midorima- FOREHEAD? WE GET TO SEE HIS FOREHEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME? and he looks fucking amazing

Sei... pls. Take those ugly ahh shoes off. i beg. You are not known for your fashion taste for a reason my love😬

dont get me wrong his face card hhhh🤤🤤🤤🤤 but his fashion card is um. interesting.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

UM. IM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD.

Kise? Beautiful. 10/10. hes so cute

Kuroko? Twink. Trans colors? Is Kuroko trans?

Midorima- FOREHEAD? WE GET TO SEE HIS FOREHEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME? and he looks fucking amazing

Sei... pls. Take those ugly ahh shoes off. i beg. You are not known for your fashion taste for a reason my love😬

dont get me wrong his face card hhhh🤤🤤🤤🤤 but his fashion card is um. interesting.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

100%

Idc but akashi is such a girl dad