SATURDAY

akaashi's aunt's house is nothing you've ever seen in miyagi, and you thought the twins were rich.

this is filthy rich.

from the ground to the ceilings, the paintings, furniture and assortment of decor was placed intricately. it feels like a crime bringing common people food into the house—convenience store food + soju.

"damn, akaashi!" atsumu shouts, head tilted back to gauge to sparkling chandelier. "didn't know you were rich."

"i'm not," he answers. "my aunt is though."

"what does she do for a living?" kita asks, swiping his finger on the dining table to inspect for dust. it came out clear.

"she's a business owner."

"must be one hell of a business!" bokuto exclaims.

you agree quietly. the house is quite lavish and you love it but what you love more is the fact that akaashi was able to stay so humble whilst everyone was complimenting his aunt. other people would've taken that as an opportunity to brag about themself.

"i'm gonna start cooking," kita says.

"cooking?" you ask. "we bought snacks."

"uh-huh, you see, that's snacks. i brought over ingredients to cook you guys real food."

"does the mothering ever stop?" osamu mumbles. 

"what was that~?" kita sings.

"nothing!"

"anyways, if you kids are going to be drinking, you should be eating good food." kita continues. "of course, i hope you don't think i'm intruding your kitchen, akaashi."

"go for it," akaashi says. "i'll show you where everything is."

akaashi is about to leave with kita to the kitchen but he looks over at the rest of you, "i have games in the living room if you guys want to play. super smash bros, mario kart and basically everything else."

that was all it took for all of you to gather in the living room like a swarm of bees to a honeycomb. the rest of the guys set up the games in records time and got to playing. 

the twins, suna and bokuto sitting on the floor, either with a controller or eagerly watching the screen. 

"do you guys play games?" konoha casually asks as you plop down on the expensive leather couch. 

he sits beside you, ojiro on your other side.

to be honest, you're not comfortable around konoha yet. he can be too much but with the way he's asking, it seems genuine. maybe it wouldn't hurt to answer him.

"here and there," you meekly say and turn right to ojiro for his answer.

"same," he answers. "you?"

"i do," konoha says. "i play...uh—"

he starts...looking nervous?

ojiro raises an eyebrow, "what do you play, konoha?"

"um—"

"it better not be anything dirty. remember what akaashi said?" bokuto interrupts from the floor.

you wonder how he's able to listen when he's in the middle of mario kart. what you're more curious about is what bokuto's talking about. what did akaashi say?

before you're able to ask, konoha stumbles out, "it's not dirty! i play cooking mama! there, i said it!"

the group bursts into hysterics.

"it's not funny!" he whines.

"it's not the cooking mama, it's the way you said it!" you comment, hitting him on the shoulder.

"i'm gonna go help in the kitchen..." he mumbles.

"yeah, of course you would, cooking mama!" bokuto exclaims.

you try to break your curiosity as soon as you could, turning to ojiro, "do you know what akaashi said to him by any chance?"

ojiro purses his lips, "no, i have no idea."

bokuto sighs, "well, he may have mentioned something to konoha when you went upstairs at your house.

"what did he say?" you ask him.

"he basically told konoha not to make dirty jokes around you because he didn't want you to be uncomfortable," bokuto answers.

your heart skips a beat.

did he pay that much attention to you? 

you didn't even notice him noticing you like that. you're seen, taken care of. you find yourself almost getting up to show your gratitude.

"yeah, it was kinda funny," suna comments.

the rest of them errupt in laughter for the moment you missed out on. you were still in awe that akaashi would do something like that for you.

that's really nice of him...

after an hour of playing games and whooping osamu miya's ass in super smash bros, dinner was served in the living room. all of you gathered around the coffee table, eagerly waiting to dig in.

one thing about kita is that when he cooks, he fucking cooks.

"we can't eat all this without drinking!" atsumu whines.

kita shakes his head, "you can't drink on an empty stomach, idiot. eat a little first and i'll go get the soju myself."

akaashi plops down beside you, handing over a plate.

"thank you," you tell him.

he nods, reaching for the food.

his jawline is so straight cut and it contrasts with the rest of his feature. for one, whenever he blinks, his eyelashes gently grazes his cheek. he does it so slow, kind of sensual and it stops everything around you, making the world run in slow motion.

you can't tell if his effect on you is good or not.

"y/n!" atsumu interrupts, tone ratchet and high.

"what?!" you snap at him.

his eyes widen, "sheesh, i'm sorry. i was just gonna ask if you were going to drink."

"it's my soju. what the hell do you think?"

he scrunches his nose at you as if to mock you and then, begs kita to go get the alcohol. kita does begrudgingly.

"shot glasses are in the cabinet," akaashi tells him as he puts more food on your plate.

you smile, "thank you, akaashi...for everything."

he looks over at you, tilting his head, "for everything?"

at this point, everyone is fussing over how good the food is, in their own conversation. the two of you are alone now, in your own world and you can finally convey how grateful you really are for him.

"yeah," you nod, looking down before looking back up at him. "i heard what you told konoha before."

"ah," he says. he shakes his head, "it's nothing."

"to you, maybe. but i'm thankful for it."

he nods, "i just want you to be comfortable...do you want anymore food?"

"that's alright. thanks."

"y/n!" atsumu calls.

"oh my god," you groan, your voice changing instantly. "what?!"

"let's take a shot," he says, raising his glass. "everyone! shot time!"

you raise your glass and look over at akaashi. 

he doesn't have a glass of his own.

"you're not joining?" you ask him.

"not this time," he replies. "go ahead."

you give him a firm nod, "i'll take it for the both of us."

the rest of you "cheers!" and you down the shot, letting the alcohol slide down your throat and burn.

it's about to be one long night.