Akaashi has seen his boss slit throats, conquer territories, and put arrogant alphas in their place.
Then one day Atsumu drags a stranger into his bedroom for eight days, and comes out with a mating bite.
“He’s my fated mate.”
James, looking disheveled, on his knees undoing Regulus’ belt leaving kisses on his hip, And an even more disheveled Regulus towering above him, hand buried in his hair, chest heaving and exposed due to his dress shirt being across the room, red marks littering the pale expanse
barista touya who always gets keigo’s order wrong on purpose because keigo is hot and annoying and one day he’s like “i’m going to spit in your drink” and keigo is like “oh please do” and then they both stand there like What
Anyone else feel like AO3 filters are tweaking these days?? Sometimes I get only 4-5 or even zero fics in a page when there’s supposed to be 20 and when I put in a romance tag (/) it gives fics of just the relationship (&)
Atsumu is a paparazzo.
He’s supposed to know celebrities’ schedules, not the other way around.
Atsumu pauses. “I thought you’re supposed to be at Tokyo Fashion Week by now.”
Kiyoomi, with his face mask and hat, says, “Yeah, but you need to cover Osaka’s first, right?”