2017 Locker for isshikisenpai

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Name: isshikisenpai (Kukkii)

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Yugioh ARCV, FFXV, Overwatch, Baccano!, Barakamon, Haikyuu!!, and also anything mentioned in my listography here

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: YOI - viktuuri, otayuri, viktuurichris, yuuriphichit, any and all gen
arcv - anyone (all like, 3/4 of u) who cares enough about my arcv ships would probably know from twitter what i like lmao
FFXV - any and all ships tbh!! soft spots for ignoct and lunoct, and chocobros ot4
overwatch - mcgenji, gency, mchanzo, pharmercy, zaryamei, pretty much every ship lol
baccano - all the canon hets!!! esp. vino and chane, also vino and luck, and again, p much most ships
barakamon - HIROSEI!!!!! with long suffering tama, also kawafuji and handa esp. with handa-kun history
Haikyuu - hasn't been updated in ages but here

Likes: fluff!!! gen!!! happy fun times lmao, but also hurt/comfort, casual physical intimacy, domesticity, quiet moments, role reversals, SELFCEST, historical gays (historical aus essentially), powerplay, robots, furries, kinks wise (nsfw) - here

Dislikes: character bashing, trash nicknames, mum/dad tropes, chara death

Anything else: im not fussed tbh even just a "hi u suck, not happy valentines" is a delight, i love getting dragged


Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.


(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)

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[tookumade]

Akaashi sets the large box in his arms heavily onto the floor. He doesn’t hear anything smashing from inside, so it’s probably fine. Normally, he’d be more careful, but he’s been moving house all day, and he’s pretty over it by now.

“Move over, Akaashi,” says Kuroo cheerfully as he comes up behind him. But he side-steps Akaashi anyway, and places the box he’s holding on top of the kitchen counter. “That’s the last of them. We’re done!”

Akaashi sighs and slumps down in one of his foldable chairs. “I really appreciate your help today, Kuroo-san.”

“Don’t mention it,” says Kuroo with a wave of his hand. “I know the other guys would’ve helped too, if they didn’t all have work.”

“Still… let me treat you to lunch sometime as thanks.”

Kuroo scoffs. “You? Treat me? You’re still my junior, you know! What kind of senior would I be if I let you do that?”

“Kuroo-san, we’re not in school anymore, and you’re only one year older than me,” says Akaashi exasperatedly.

“Nope, I’m still counting it. Don’t even try fighting me on that.” Kuroo folds his arms across his chest and leans against the kitchen counter, and looks around at the tiny one-bedroom apartment that Akaashi would now call home. Kuroo has a fond little smile on his face; Akaashi, for some reason, finds it hard to look away. And have his arms always looked that good? How strange…

“You know, you picked a pretty good area,” says Kuroo suddenly. “I mean, it’s nothing spectacular, but you’ve got the convenience store nearby, the station’s fifteen minutes walk away, and that park near the main street is also a really nice place for a run. Plus, you’ve got me five minutes away, and I know all the good ramen places!”

It’s Akaashi’s turn to smile a little. “I might have to bother you in the future if I have any questions about this area, Kuroo-san. I apologise in advance.”

Kuroo sighs. “Look, I know what I said about you being my junior, but you’ve got to ease up on the formalities, man.”

“It’s a habit.” Akaashi turns his smile down to his hands open out in his lap. “You’ve been Kuroo-san to me from the start, and it’ll be hard to change that.”

“I guess… well, we’ll see. Maybe you’ll change your tune. But anyway, you know where I live, so if you need anything, just swing by. Don’t be formal about that, okay?”

“Thank you. Likewise, you’re welcome to come over here any time you like, Kuroo-san.”

Kuroo snickers. “Don’t tell me that. I’ll end up destroying the place. You’ll definitely regret it, you know.”

“I won’t.”

Akaashi shakes his head when Kuroo gives him a surprised look.

“I know you a little better than that, Kuroo-san. My neighbours would probably all love you if they met you.”

Kuroo raises his eyebrows. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Akaashi. Be careful, or I’m gonna fall in love.”

The way he’s grinning says he’s kidding, but Akaashi’s smile freezes, and his heart might have skipped a beat or two (or three or four), and not for the first time, he’s grateful that he usually starts blushing from the neck first.

“Please, Kuroo-san; I’m not joking,” he says before he can stop himself.

They stare at each other for a moment in startled silence. Akaashi’s apartment suddenly feels too large and too small all at once, like the world is suddenly only made of the two of them, and it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and—

Akaashi hastens to the window and opens it. The fresh air clears his brain just a little.

“It’s,” he says before pausing, casting around for something, anything, “a nice view.”

He’s only on the third floor up, and there’s a much taller and wider building blocking most of his sight. Nice one, Keiji.

Leaning against the windowsill, Akaashi attempts to pull himself together before turning back to Kuroo. He’s staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully, almost pointedly, like he’s trying to avoid looking at Akaashi.

“Well. I mean. Who knows, maybe if… my own place seems a little too quiet, I’ll drop by,” he says. “I’ll bring food. Beer, maybe. And if I can borrow a TV from someone, I’ll bring Super Smash Bros. Brawl, because I’m pretty sure you’d actually really enjoy it. It’d be nice to see you cut loose, anyway.”

“I’ve been told.” Akaashi smiles a little. “I’ll be counting on you then, Kuroo-san.”

“Again with the formalities.”

“Again with the habits.”

Kuroo laughs a little. It’s unlike his other more ridiculous, louder laughs that Akaashi had gotten used to in high school training camps and matches; this laugh is warm, almost soft, and fills Akaashi’s apartment space with an odd sort of familiarity that he can’t explain. His heart rate speeds up a little; he wants to hear it again.

He takes a deep breath. The air from outside is sweet.

“Would you like to have an early dinner?” asks Akaashi. “I feel like having ramen. It might be a good opportunity to show me around.”

Kuroo raises his eyebrows skeptically. “That depends… would you be paying?”

“I… guess not,” says Akaashi with a smile.

Kuroo returns his smile and pushes himself away from the kitchen counter. “Then, sure. Let’s go eat.”

He turns to see where he put his wallet, phone, and keys, muttering absently about which places would be good, which are too inconveniently located, and which would be too crowded later in the night. Honestly, though—Akaashi feels like he couldn’t care less, as long as he’s in good company. He takes another deep breath.

He knows he’ll be fine from here onwards. He pulls the window closed.