figure 16. dancing
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softpunksmiya osamu/akaashi keiji // 1k
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
Atsumu is reaching for the can of beer when Osamu says, "I'm gonna ask him out."
Atsumu immediately stops, fingers just barely brushing against the cool metal of the can. "Who the hell are you talkin' 'bout?"
"Akaashi."
"Ah." Atsumu grabs the beer and twists the cap open. Osamu thinks of telling him that the beer is (1) expired, and (2) Aran's, but he doesn't because he doesn't like Atsumu enough to care. "You do know that you're drunk, right?"
"Projectin' much?"
Atsumu gives him a deadpan look. "That shit you're chuggin' down ain't water, 'Samu. That's vodka."
Osamu stares down at the glass he's holding. At least that explains the weird taste. He thought it was just Kita putting a lemon or some other fruit in the water to make it healthier and taste differently, but he should've figured that he should never trust the things that Suna offers and tells him.
"Fuck off," Osamu says, but now he knows where the sudden spike of courage to suddenly ask his three-year-long crush out is coming from. Doing it not entirely sober is probably going to get him in trouble, but he doesn't think it's obvious. Besides, Akaashi is nice enough to let it slide because he's friends with people who are known to pull way more terrible and outrageous things. "'M gonna do it."
"Uh-huh," Atsumu replies. "How?"
"'M gonna romance him with a dance and then do it."
Atsumu snorts. "Yeah, and I've had a threesome with Kita-san and Omi-kun."
"You're datin' the both of them."
"Whatever." Atsumu scowls and takes another gulp of the beer as Osamu stands up. "Oh, shit, you're really gonna do it? Where's Sunarin? I need him to record this."
"Don't bother him at his own wedding," Osamu reprimands, before he leaves his brother.
Akaashi is by the back area of the function room, standing by the dessert table and chatting amiably with his high school friends. The dark blue tux is a good fit on him and Osamu feels his insides go hot and his cheeks turn red. He wonders if he can still excuse it on the alcohol even though he feels perfectly fine, almost like he hadn't been drinking at all.
Osamu clears his throat, shamelessly cutting in the conversation. No one seems to mind though, and Akaashi actually beams when he sees Osamu. He doesn't know what to think about that, but he's too busy trying to calm his hammering heart and wipe away the accumulating sweat off his palms, because the DJ is playing one of his favorite songs and he really, really wants to dance to this with Akaashi.
"Osamu," Akaashi says, and hearing his name come out of Akaashi's lips feels like it's enough to sober Osamu up. "I thought you wanted to catch up with Atsumu."
"He's fine." Osamu waves a hand casually. "Came here to ask if you wanted a dance with me?"
Akaashi's high school friends make ooh-ing sounds that would normally make Osamu feel embarrassed if not for the fact that the alcohol is still coursing through his veins. But Akaashi just smiles, almost like he'd been waiting for Osamu to ask. "Sure."
Despite the fact that Osamu is the one who offered, it's Akaashi who stretches out his hand to him. Osamu takes it, surprised at how familiar the feel of Akaashi's hands are. When Akaashi leads him to the dance floor, the feeling intensifies. Osamu can't figure out why.
It's a slow song, one that Osamu associates with Akaashi because he once heard him hum it under his breath, though the instance as to when escapes Osamu. The fact that the alcohol is starting to cloud his memory is a bit frustrating, but the solid weight of Akaashi's touch is enough to keep his thoughts from floating away, allowing him to concentrate on the most important thing happening to him tonight: Akaashi, dancing with him.
Midway through the song, Akaashi says, "I feel like we're stealing the show from the main stars."
They're not the only ones dancing, but Osamu isn't ashamed to admit that he thinks they're the most striking pair here. In his periphery, he spots Atsumu drunkenly draping himself all over a sleepy Sakusa and an fond Kita. Suna is right beside them and his phone is out, probably doing what Atsumu asked and recording Osamu and Akaashi. For good measure, Osamu subtly shoots the middle finger at their direction. He has no idea where Komori is. "I think the main stars are perfectly fine with it."
Akaashi hums. His hands, which rest on Osamu's broad shoulders, travel up until he cups Osamu's cheek. Osamu is too shocked by the unexpected boldness to pull away or say anything. "You know I love this song, right?" inquires Akaashi idly. "So it's easy to imagine that this is our own wedding instead."
It feels like the last straw. "Shit, 'Kaashi." Osamu swears. "I've been usin' this dance to try and work up the courage to ask you out and here you are, stealin' all my moves and lines before I can get a single word out."
Akaashi drops his hand. He looks confused. "Osamu, what are you talking about? We're dating."
Osamu blinks. "What?"
"We've been dating for two yea—oh. You're drunk, aren't you," Akaashi says, just as Osamu realizes that Akaashi is right and that he's an absolute idiot. "At least that explains why you suddenly wanted to dance. I asked you before we came here and you said you were too shy."
"Oh," Osamu says. "No wonder 'Tsumu was reactin' like that. The bastard. I hate him."
Akaashi laughs. "You really are forgetful when you're drunk. It's cute." Before Osamu can protest and insist that he isn't, and maybe try and find a way to get over the stupidity of trying to ask someone he's already been dating for apparently two years out, Akaashi interjects, "Can we still finish this dance? You can ask me out later."
The warmth clear in Akaashi's voice is enough to wash away any sense of embarrassment in him. He wants to reach out and cup Akaashi's cheek too, but instead settles on squeezing his waist. "Sure, Keiji."
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
Atsumu is reaching for the can of beer when Osamu says, "I'm gonna ask him out."
Atsumu immediately stops, fingers just barely brushing against the cool metal of the can. "Who the hell are you talkin' 'bout?"
"Akaashi."
"Ah." Atsumu grabs the beer and twists the cap open. Osamu thinks of telling him that the beer is (1) expired, and (2) Aran's, but he doesn't because he doesn't like Atsumu enough to care. "You do know that you're drunk, right?"
"Projectin' much?"
Atsumu gives him a deadpan look. "That shit you're chuggin' down ain't water, 'Samu. That's vodka."
Osamu stares down at the glass he's holding. At least that explains the weird taste. He thought it was just Kita putting a lemon or some other fruit in the water to make it healthier and taste differently, but he should've figured that he should never trust the things that Suna offers and tells him.
"Fuck off," Osamu says, but now he knows where the sudden spike of courage to suddenly ask his three-year-long crush out is coming from. Doing it not entirely sober is probably going to get him in trouble, but he doesn't think it's obvious. Besides, Akaashi is nice enough to let it slide because he's friends with people who are known to pull way more terrible and outrageous things. "'M gonna do it."
"Uh-huh," Atsumu replies. "How?"
"'M gonna romance him with a dance and then do it."
Atsumu snorts. "Yeah, and I've had a threesome with Kita-san and Omi-kun."
"You're datin' the both of them."
"Whatever." Atsumu scowls and takes another gulp of the beer as Osamu stands up. "Oh, shit, you're really gonna do it? Where's Sunarin? I need him to record this."
"Don't bother him at his own wedding," Osamu reprimands, before he leaves his brother.
Akaashi is by the back area of the function room, standing by the dessert table and chatting amiably with his high school friends. The dark blue tux is a good fit on him and Osamu feels his insides go hot and his cheeks turn red. He wonders if he can still excuse it on the alcohol even though he feels perfectly fine, almost like he hadn't been drinking at all.
Osamu clears his throat, shamelessly cutting in the conversation. No one seems to mind though, and Akaashi actually beams when he sees Osamu. He doesn't know what to think about that, but he's too busy trying to calm his hammering heart and wipe away the accumulating sweat off his palms, because the DJ is playing one of his favorite songs and he really, really wants to dance to this with Akaashi.
"Osamu," Akaashi says, and hearing his name come out of Akaashi's lips feels like it's enough to sober Osamu up. "I thought you wanted to catch up with Atsumu."
"He's fine." Osamu waves a hand casually. "Came here to ask if you wanted a dance with me?"
Akaashi's high school friends make ooh-ing sounds that would normally make Osamu feel embarrassed if not for the fact that the alcohol is still coursing through his veins. But Akaashi just smiles, almost like he'd been waiting for Osamu to ask. "Sure."
Despite the fact that Osamu is the one who offered, it's Akaashi who stretches out his hand to him. Osamu takes it, surprised at how familiar the feel of Akaashi's hands are. When Akaashi leads him to the dance floor, the feeling intensifies. Osamu can't figure out why.
It's a slow song, one that Osamu associates with Akaashi because he once heard him hum it under his breath, though the instance as to when escapes Osamu. The fact that the alcohol is starting to cloud his memory is a bit frustrating, but the solid weight of Akaashi's touch is enough to keep his thoughts from floating away, allowing him to concentrate on the most important thing happening to him tonight: Akaashi, dancing with him.
Midway through the song, Akaashi says, "I feel like we're stealing the show from the main stars."
They're not the only ones dancing, but Osamu isn't ashamed to admit that he thinks they're the most striking pair here. In his periphery, he spots Atsumu drunkenly draping himself all over a sleepy Sakusa and an fond Kita. Suna is right beside them and his phone is out, probably doing what Atsumu asked and recording Osamu and Akaashi. For good measure, Osamu subtly shoots the middle finger at their direction. He has no idea where Komori is. "I think the main stars are perfectly fine with it."
Akaashi hums. His hands, which rest on Osamu's broad shoulders, travel up until he cups Osamu's cheek. Osamu is too shocked by the unexpected boldness to pull away or say anything. "You know I love this song, right?" inquires Akaashi idly. "So it's easy to imagine that this is our own wedding instead."
It feels like the last straw. "Shit, 'Kaashi." Osamu swears. "I've been usin' this dance to try and work up the courage to ask you out and here you are, stealin' all my moves and lines before I can get a single word out."
Akaashi drops his hand. He looks confused. "Osamu, what are you talking about? We're dating."
Osamu blinks. "What?"
"We've been dating for two yea—oh. You're drunk, aren't you," Akaashi says, just as Osamu realizes that Akaashi is right and that he's an absolute idiot. "At least that explains why you suddenly wanted to dance. I asked you before we came here and you said you were too shy."
"Oh," Osamu says. "No wonder 'Tsumu was reactin' like that. The bastard. I hate him."
Akaashi laughs. "You really are forgetful when you're drunk. It's cute." Before Osamu can protest and insist that he isn't, and maybe try and find a way to get over the stupidity of trying to ask someone he's already been dating for apparently two years out, Akaashi interjects, "Can we still finish this dance? You can ask me out later."
The warmth clear in Akaashi's voice is enough to wash away any sense of embarrassment in him. He wants to reach out and cup Akaashi's cheek too, but instead settles on squeezing his waist. "Sure, Keiji."