Time's Up! 《Akaashi X Reader》

Chapter 1: Practice feeds my soul

You thought over your task.

I already like Akaashi from before I got transported here, so at least I don't need to pretend I want to be with him. Not like that weird Webtoon Webcomic whatever I read sometime ago.

A piece of toast sat in front of you.

I also have to learn to cook my favourite foods. Ordering takeout every night would be expensive. Also, does Japan even have some of them?

You sighed, picking up and taking a bite out of the buttered toast.

I have half a year to make him fall for me. And I know what happens if I run out of time. The meaning was heavily implied.

You chuckled to yourself.

I'm not even sure if anyone would like me, actually. Do I even have a chance? Unlikely, but I still have to finish Naruto and One Piece.

You smoothed out your grey blazer and skirt, snatching up your backpack afterwards. Your mess of a tie still left much to be desired, though, and you were actually still reeling from staying up so long.

Aren't I in an anime? I thought characters never get tired. Or maybe they do. Oh wait. I don't have a coffee maker, or any tea bags.

The sun was still just beginning to rise. It illuminated your room in a dusky color, which was ironic. You'd never been much of an early riser or liked being early to school type of person, but you were pretty sure Akaashi went to school early and you wanted to get as much time with him as possible. Or visit their morning practice.

I feel so responsible now.

You left your flat, making sure to lock up before looking up Google Maps to Fukurodani. You thanked the gods for the fact that you still had data. On the way there, you stopped at a café and bought something that looked like it had a crap ton of caffeine.

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You stood just outside the volleyball court, admiring the Fukurodani team.

It was early morning and practice had just started. Though they were doing so many diving drills you were surprised there were no puddles of sweat on the floor.

You contemplated being a manager. It would, yes, give the opportunity to spend more time with Akaashi, but you also had to keep up with school. Dropping out would be a problem.

I'm not even sure if I can pass my classes and I don't think they want me around anyway.

You made your way to the managers. You knew their names, but decided to pretend you didn't to avoid suspicion.

"Hello! I'm L/n Y/n. I'd like to watch the volleyball boys practice."

Yukie thought about it. "Sure! Yeah, you can watch practice. Just don't talk to them while they do their exercises, the coach might get mad. I'm Yukie Shirofuku, by the way. She's Kaori Suzumeda."

"Thank you, Shirofuku-san. I'll go stand at the side then."

As you walked away, Kaori yelled, "If you want to, you can sit too!"

You flashed her a small smile.

What if they actually like Akaashi?

What if I was stealing him from them?

What if...he likes them back?

You were tearing up slightly.

No, you will remove these thoughts from your head. You will make him fall for you and have a life at his side. Be possessive of your anime husband!

You relaxed and checked you threw in everything.

Textbooks, notebooks, pencil case, extra pencils. Just in case my teacher confiscates my first ones.

Your class was 2-6, same as Akaashi. Which was good. You were pretty set on doing everything at your disposal to be with Akaashi. You cared more about being with him than staying alive, actually.

You checked your phone. Classes started at 8, and it was 7.09. You had 51 minutes until class started.

You pulled up LINE in your phone, since the other community apps didn't seem to be working. Except for Facebook. You hadn't tried that yet. The message you had received that morning was sent to you via text, so you didn't forget. There were a few more messages.

Unlimited data.
Twitter and LINE
Unlimited cash.
Paid rental
School books
Same class as your target
Clothes from your home world
You're going to tell them you're from Miyagi, used to go to Aoba Johsai. Tell them you came here to live with your grandparents since your parents are working in Korea. They changed numbers too.
You can't say that they're fictional.
You can't tell them that you're from a different world.

At least they gave me a believable story and resources to work with.

You checked Wattpad on your phone and was happy to see it worked. You spent the next 40 minutes reading fanfiction until you realised the time and sprinted to class.

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