stygianrhapsody

this is an alternate ending to 7 years. please read that beforehand. no, you can’t think like this, this is why nothing in your life ever gets done. you pause in front of your door, staring intently at the doorknob. how many missed opportunities did you give up on your couch, not willing to take just that one little step to achieve a goal? if you had reached out just a bit more, who knows what could’ve happened? life was too short to give up on this. and maybe this “akaashi keiji” will be waiting there for you. with a deep exhale, you turn the doorknob and step outside, greeted by the chilly morning air of tokyo.

pretty damn long, read only if you have a lot of time. song: x. (not the m/v) please put on repeat! just sets the mood better. --- time is so cruel i hate us now it’s hard to even see each other’s faces    today you arrive at the rink before the sun rose. nobody was there, not even coach yakov, which is how you liked it. you lace up your skates, the slight chill of the rink waking you up. whoever locked up yesterday didn't turn off the little TV that sat alone in the corner. it's playing yuri's free skate at nationals, where he shocked the whole skating world.    the two of you were inseparable, but in terms of skating the tw

Yamaguchi can see youkai. It was something he was inherently born with: the ability to see, communicate, and interact with youkai like they were humans. He hasn’t met anyone else like him. When he was little, he’d often tell others of fantastical monsters and slightly-odd looking humans, but people thought of him either as a child with an imaginative mind, or a complete liar. It wasn’t hard to single him out as the strange kid who only spoke of beasts and ogres, fairies and nymphs, hiding behind the shadows, or just outright flying in the sun. Yamaguchi didn’t have many friends because of this. He’d sit alone

[aug. 2020] update: rewritten here They say if a friendship lasts 7 years, it’ll last a lifetime. [date: 3/22] Hey Keiji-kun, how’s your new house? I bet it’s really cool with pretty things, like your old house! Do you remember the big sakura tree that was in the middle of nowhere and we’d go to it after school and play? Well, it’s started to bud! Mom says we’ll be able to see it flower around April. You should come over then to see the pretty flowers! From, [l/n][f/n] You inhale the cool air as you pedal by an expansive field, the tall grasses swaying in the wind. Pretty soon, the dim lights of the po

[sept 2020] update: rewritten here x (listen whenever.) set in a dystopic Japan where strict rules are enforced to keep a peaceful society. breaking these rules may result in prison time, fines, or execution. if you've ever watched psycho-pass (really good btw but if you're into psych stuff), it's similar to that society but without Sibyl. Basically, Psycho-Pass but not. (if that makes any sense wtf) People who choose to pursue music must be authorized by the government – due to this, many have turned to the underground scene, where they can freely express themselves. However, since this is a violation of the rules, people must perf

[aug. 2020] update: rewritten here This morning, you woke up cranky, to no one’s surprise. Last night you finished your epic-not-epic cramming session for a Chemistry test for today. You spent all night reviewing your notes and didn’t sleep until what felt like 3 in the morning. You swore that there was a slight trail of drool on your textbook. You rush out of your dorm, slinging on your backpack, making your way to the quaint Starbucks near your dorm. Sakura petals float down from the trees, rustling in the slight breeze that flies by. A couple of students are walking around the campus, chatting in hushed tones. Your mood sli

[aug. 2020] update: rewritten here “Iwa-chan! Hurry up! I’m not going to wait for you!” Oikawa calls out, a little ways in front of the spiker. Iwaizumi grumbles in annoyance, muttering about how he wanted to practice. The cool autumn wind brushes Iwaizumi’s cheeks as he jogs to catch up to Oikawa, muttering “excuse me” to other pedestrians. "Why are we going to an art museum?” he mutters, placing his hands in his pocket. “There’s a cute girl who’s presenting something there! I have the information in this brochure, see?” Oikawa takes out a brochure in his pocket, and hands

part one soulmate!au where whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's as well, but proper nouns cannot be seen. Ushijima is a bit frustrated at the lack of knowledge he has on the girl sitting on the bleachers. Right now, he knows her name was [f/n], (for some reason Tendou never said her last name) who came to practice to draw the team for an art project - something about figures in motion - and knows Tendou well, but Ushijima is unsure of their connections. Soulmates didn't seem to be a possibility, but he's never seen her in school talking to Tendou, so friends didn't make much sense either. When she arrives, however, Ten

[aug. 2020 update:] check the rewritten version here! soulmate!au where whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's as well, but proper nouns cannot be seen. Ushijima Wakatoshi, the supreme ace of Shiratorizawa, whose team was always selected to be the Miyagi Prefecture’s team to enter the coveted nationals of volleyball in Japan, who had a spike that almost nobody could return due to its brute power and sheer intensity, and who had a mob of fangirls always nearby and writing things on their skin to see if it matched with his (it never did) is bored. He's in calculus, the second class of his day, and the teacher droned