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cw: mutual pining, angst, childhood friends to “strangers” to friends, always a little in love, basically…. it’s sad but it ends on a very hopeful note

best friend armin and you who are about to go off to college and leave the small town you grew up in. grasping at everything you can in the summer time, trying to salvage the friendship slipping away from you both. knowing that if you don’t stay friends he will be someone that haunts you forever, and you him. 

the common knowledge that you’re moving away from each other, that you won’t be able to see each other. the slow ticking of the clock as your days together run out. and you’re both desperately trying to keep the topic light, to avoid the conversation because you know once it comes, there will be nothing left to say. 

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you and akaashi have both been stood up. fate intervenes.

This is stupid, Akaashi thinks as he watches a couple a few tables away sharing a slice of cake.

There’s a woman in the table beside them with a slice of cake as well, but she’s alone and aggressively stabbing at it with a fork; he had watched her buy it, wondering how long he had been sitting at this cafe since his coffee had long turned ice cold.

It was the third time that Akaashi had checked his phone for a message he knew wouldn’t be there. It was funny how much rationalization the mind could create when the heart wanted to believe a lie. He should have left an hour ago, but he made excuse after excuse as to why his date would have been late— the excuses should have stopped when thirty minutes passed and his phone didn’t beep with that stupid notification jingle.

“Okay.” Akaashi muttered in annoyance. His fingers drummed against the table, each beat gradually becoming more and more annoyed until he finally grew irritated at the sound. He reached for his phone one more time. Hope fizzled out when there was no notification.

Now it was official.

Akaashi Keiji had been stood up.

“What the hell?” Akaashi asked no one in particular as he leaned back in his chair. He should have known better than to accept Bokuto’s matchmaking tendencies when he begged him to go on this blind date.

Though he tried to convince himself that this didn’t happen, and that he didn’t even care, his lips tugged downward, tugging itself into an upset pout. He let out a deep sigh, hoping that no one else had noticed that he had been stood up.

With another quick glance around his shoulder towards the front door, he mentally noted that the woman sitting alone with the cake had been here as long as he had been. He gets up to leave but when he walks past your table he hears the same aggressive sound of a fork hitting the plate.

He doesn’t know what takes over him, always being the type to mind his business, but he clears his throat to grab your attention before asking, “Are you ok?”

The stranger looks up, your eyes glassy with a hint of sadness. “Oh.” you say as you’re pulled out of a daze. You look down at the destroyed food on the plate before you, “Oh damn.”

Maybe Akaashi hadn’t been the only person waiting for someone.

You quickly brush the crumbs off of your clothes, straightening yourself. Akaashi watches your cheeks flush with a light pink as you bow your head slightly.

“Are you okay?” Akaashi repeats his question.

You press your lips together into a thin smile as you shake your head. Your voice holds a hint of nervousness when you reply, “I guess this is as good as I can be. Being stood up sucks.”

Akaashi blinked a few times before he let out a soft laugh. Incredible. The world worked in mysterious ways.

“I know what you mean,” Akaashi says, “I got stood up too.”

“What? Mr. Tall, Handsome and Mysterious? You got stood up?”

Akaashi shrugs, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been out of the dating scene for a while so I’m rusty at this whole thing.” As his eyes gently gaze over at you, taking you in, he thinks to himself, she’s pretty. Then the realization dawns on him: “You think I’m handsome?”

Your face flushed with cute embarrassment as you looked down at the table. Akaashi can’t help the fond smile spreading across his face.

“Are you fishing for a compliment?” you groan, pouting.

“You said it first.” he teases.

This is a welcome diversion from his original plan for the night, he thinks. Yeah, getting stood up sucks, but he can’t deny the fact that his ego needed that boost after it plummeted to rock bottom from being stood up. Especially when it came from you.

He takes the seat in front of you. “Looks like we’re both members of the Lonely Hearts Club, huh?” he comments.

“If we’re going to be part of a club, we should at least pick a cooler name.”

Akaashi laughs, “Okay, you pick our new name.”

“You’re the one who started it, you name it.”

Akaashi rolls his eyes, gently bumping his knuckles with yours. “We’re the founding members. We need to come up with the name together.”

“How can I be a founding member if I don’t even know your name?”

“It’s Keiji.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Akaashi smiles at you, which you happily return. While Akaashi initially wanted to go home and just drown in feelings of self pity for the night, he has a better idea.

He recognises the dejected look in your eyes because it mirrors the exact same way he feels on the inside. Akaashi doesn’t even know a single fact about you except your name and the fact that you’re supposedly single, but he feels the need to wipe any feelings of sadness from you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he meets your eyes, “Are you busy right now?”

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They end up at a bowling alley a few blocks away from the cafe.

“How are you so bad at this?” Akaashi calls out once again, your bowling ball rolling right into the gutter for the third time tonight. He lets out a fit of giggles at the expression on your face. “How many gutters is that now?”

If he’s being honest, Akaashi is horrible at bowling. The only thing that’s carrying him through this game is his previous experiences from the bowling nights Bokuto and Kuroo insist on taking him on to ‘solidify their friendship’. As if he could ever escape them.

“I’ve never gone bowling before!” you huff, scowling as you over him. You playfully bump his shoulder with yours. “You go bowl then. Get a strike.”

“And if I get a strike?”

“If you get a strike, I’ll buy you something to eat. If you don’t get a strike, you buy me something to eat,” you bet, folding your arms over your chest. In the slice of neon lighting from the ceiling, you look at Akaashi with pure challenge in your eyes. “Oh, suddenly Mr Pro-Bowler is all quiet?”

“You hush,” Akaashi points at you, “I’ll get a strike so I can shut your pretty mouth up.”

Akaashi strides past you, picking up a yellow bowling ball and taking his position on the platform. Carefully, he lifted the ball in his hand — once, twice, three times before he took four strides and rolled the bowl. Without even looking around, he felt cool as fuck. Kuroo had made enough snarky comments in the past that his form was now undeniably perfect.

Slowly, he looked up to see the bowling ball rolling down the lane. As it drew near, Akaashi donned a proud smirk — that was until the ball veered right and kept going right until it went into the gutter.

From behind him, he could hear you jump up and whoop in excitement. Akaashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Shut up and pick whatever food you want, Y/N.”

“Oh my god,” you mocked, “how are you so bad at this?”

Akaashi walked over to you and poked at your sides. “Shut up.” he warns in between pokes. You were ticklish — he figured it out quickly when you burst into a fit of giggles, clutching at your sides as you tried to grab his hands and make him stop. When Akaashi finally stopped, he nods, “Come on. I owe you food, a bet is a bet.”

“A man of his word,” you grin, “how refreshing.”

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“Wait, your best friend was the one who set you up on this blind date?” you asked, walking alongside Akaashi. You were holding a fresh ice cream cone, courtesy of him and Akaashi had to look away every time you licked at the ice cream dripping down the sides. Akaashi was nice, and polite, and respectful but he was still a man.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Akaashi replies, licking his own cone. “I should’ve known better than to agree. I guess for once, I just wanted to step outside of my comfort zone. Look where that landed me, huh.”

“You know,” you perk up, “I saw this documentary once where this girl got stood up by a guy on a date. She was devastated but turns out he was a serial killer and she was about to become his next victim. Maybe it was for the best.”

Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you, “You think my friend set me up with a serial killer?”

“You never know!”

“In that case,” Akaashi gasps in faux surprise, “Maybe we both just got luck and narrowly avoided becoming victims!”

“Or maybe you’re the murderer!” you point accusingly. “What kind of guy is this hot with an amazing personality I like, and isn’t a psychopath? Plus you’re eating mint-chocolate out of all the flavours. Very suspicious.”

“I’m a murderer because I like mint chocolate?” Akaashi laughs before pointing at you. “Maybe you’re the murderer. It would make sense. People as beautiful as you are rarely as funny or annoying as you are.”

“I am not annoying.”

“I don’t know.” Akaashi smirks. “I think I need to get to know you a little bit better before I make my final judgement.”

You hum. “Maybe you do.”

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“For the record,” Akaashi says as he walks you to the front door of your apartment building, “most people don’t allow strangers they just met to drop them off at the house.”

You stop and turn to look at him and shrug. You struggle to locate your keys in your bag that Akaashi offers to hold your jacket. “For the record, I don’t usually go out with strangers after being stood up.”. You smile up at him, shadows cast against your face under the dim lighting of the entrance. “Thanks for making my shitty night actually really fun.”

“Yeah. Thanks for saying yes and being really cool about it.” Akaashi smiles back.

An awkward silence falls between you two.

Normally, this would be the social cue for Akaashi to say some cheesy line and maybe lean in for a kiss but he literally just met you and this wasn’t exactly a date. It was just an introduction… he hoped.

“Um so,” Akaashi breaks the silence as he hands you back your jacket. When it comes to asking for someone’s number, it usually comes before hanging out with them— this is new territory for him. He clears his throat before asking, “Do you think I could get your number? You know… just in case you get stood up again and need someone to hang out with.”

You smile as you reply, “I don’t know, this guy I have a crush on now doesn’t seem like the type of person who would stand me up.”

“Oh yeah?” Akaashi feels his heart picking up its pace as he watches you smile coyly. “The guy you have a crush on, huh? I hope he’s not a murderer.”

“I hope so too,” you grin, “since he knows where I live and all now.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s not weird.”

“I don’t know, I’m hoping he calls before anything. Especially since he already has my number.” you said as you turn around and hum a tune, punching in the code to the front door.

Akaashin blinks a few times. Had you given him your number already? He couldn’t remember. Akaashi was sure he would have remembered if you gave him your number.

“Check your coat pocket!” you call out from the door. “Text me later! I want to know if you got home safely. I’m not running the Lonely Hearts Club alone!”

Akaashi puts his hands in his pocket as you close the door and start walking away. He pulls out a strip of tokens he had gotten from the bowling alley earlier when he had unsuccessfully tried to win you a small plushie.

“How cute.” Akaashi says, shaking his head at himself.

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“Akaashi!” Bokuto calls out from the sofa as soon as he steps through the door. “What the hell? You stood up my friend?”

Akaashi looks up from taking off his shoes, whipping his head around to look at Bokuto. “What?”

“She texted me an hour ago, saying she waited for so long in the cafe until she just gave up and left!” Bokuto bounds to where Akaashi is, looking like a kicked puppy. “I gushed about you so much, and now she probably thinks I pulled a fast one on her.”

“I waited for so long in the cafe! I even got there half an hour early.” Akaashi exclaims in disbelief.

Bokuto’s brows furrow in confusion. “You were? But she was there for at least two hours. I sent her a photo of you, and she even sat on the ground floor so she could look for you.”

“But I was—”

Did Bokuto say ground floor? The cafe he was in only had one floor to begin with. He lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead.

“What cafe did you say she was waiting at?”

“The Coffee House! You know, that new hipster place in the centre with the records along the front. It was the perfect place for a blind date.”

“Bokuto,” Akaashi says exasperated, “you told me to go to the House of Coffee, the cafe near that bowling alley we always go to.”

Time seems to freeze for a second until Bokuto’s eyes widen in realization. “I-I did?”

Akaashi doesn’t answer, simply patting Bokuto’s shoulder and walking past him to head into his room. Under normal circumstances, Bokuto would be on the receiving end of a lecture about how important small details were.

Not tonight, however. He pulls his phone out from his pocket, quickly dialing your number as he steps into his room. It only takes two rings before you pick up.

“Hey, Y/N. I just made it home.”

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