Time's Up! 《Akaashi X Reader》

Chapter 14: Banter and Cash

The words were like a slap to the face.

"Love...interest...?" You couldn't believe it. You had never seen this lady supporting Akaashi at his games. And Haruichi Furudate had not drawn her.

"Yes...He said he liked me some time ago. Three years?" She walked elegantly to the kitchen.

She's so formal. And help. My jealous ass is not okay.

"Oh. Okay." You forced a smile. "I'm a friend of his."

"That's nice. I thought he only was friends with the volleyball team." You realised how much she spoke like a mother.

"I'm a manager, but I sit next to him in class and he helps me with work."

She went silent. Then, "That's good."

We finally made it to the kitchen.

"After you," you said.

"Thank you, L/n-san." She nodded at you.

"Hello, Mikasa-san-" Akaashi greeted, only to be cut off by a squeal.

"Keiji! I missed you so much!" Her eyes were sparkling as she ran towards him. She threw herself into his arms. Her elegance was mostly gone now.

"Good for you I just put the pan in the sink and plate on the dining table. Now, please get off me. Stop hugging me."

"Fine, Keiji." She eased herself from his arms. "How's Bokuto doing?"

"Fine." He responded in his flat voice. "I want to go eat now. And I came here to get maple syrup and butter."

Akaashi turned to face you. "L/n-san, everything's on the table. Just come with me. Mikasa-san will get her own food."

They don't act like boyfriend and girlfriend. So what are they? I don't think Akaashi would pretend anyone's his love interest if they actually aren't. So is Tsubaki faking it? What the heck is going on?

"Keiji, you're so mean!" she whined.

"We have yoghurt cups in the fridge. Or you can starve. Just don't say I didn't give you options." 

He walked out and you followed.

"So. What did Mikasa-san say?" Akaashi asked.

You gaped at him.

"I can see it in your eyes. You're easy to read." He stopped in front of a giant table and pointed to a chair with a plate of pancakes in front of it. "You sit there, and I'll sit over there." 

You took the seat and he sat down opposite you. The stacks of pancakes were exactly the same height and both plain, so it wasn't biased or anything.

"Well, she-" 

"Keiji!" Tsubaki came running from the kitchen. You realised that she was actually quite short - about 4'10 or 147 cm tall. But that was only if she was a high school student too.

She was holding nothing, actually. Except her red purse. 

Tsubaki took a seat beside Akaashi. "Let's go eat in private! You don't mind, L/n, if we eat without you?"

You blinked. Then this red-hot ball of rage began to grow in your stomach, until you felt like slapping the bullshit out of her.

I am seriously beginning to hate this girl.

"Actually, I do mind." You smiled sweetly at the girl.

"Oh! Then I guess we'll be eating here." She looked up at Akaashi, who was observing this conversation.

"Mikasa-san. Stop saying we." He cut off a bit of his pancakes and ate it.

"Keiji, you're so respectful around others. You just don't want to tell her what happens between us, do you?"

"What happens between us?" 

You watched, munching on your pancakes, in satisfaction as Tsubaki's face went from shocked to indignant before finally settling on lethal kindness.

He sighed. "You're delusional, Mikasa-san. We're not together."

"We are, Keiji! Not my fault you're blind!" she retorted.

This is the tea.

"So, L/n-san, what do you do in school? Which class?" Tsubaki asked.

The formal face was back on. And you distinctly remembered telling her you were a volleyball manager and in the same class as Akaashi.

"Oh, you don't remember just now? It's okay. I'm in 2-6 and help manage the volleyball team." You finished the pancakes.

Delicious. Akaashi is a great chef.

"Mikasa-san, why are you here?" Akaashi looked blankly at her.

"W-well, I was just visiting Tokyo, and-"

"You do remember you already live in Tokyo don't you?" 

Tsubaki glared at Akaashi. "Of course I do. I mean your part of Tokyo."

Akaashi looked mildly amused as he watched Tsubaki lie through her teeth. You were going to continue eating the pancakes until you realised you had finished them all.

Ah, my dumbass strikes again.

You instead drank your imaginary tea.

"Anyway, so I was walking by, and my parents had gone on a business trip and they dropped me off here." She nodded as if to reassure herself she was speaking the truth, and you were pretty sure she was doing exactly that.

"Mikasa, I know you're here for a different reason, so tell the truth already." Akaashi rolled his eyes.

AKAASHI ROLLED HIS EYES OH MY ASAHI YES-

"Fine," she snapped. "I spent too much money. And my parents kicked me out. Please help, Keiji."

I am somehow surprised yet not at the same time.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Akaashi cut her off.

"No, I'm not lending you money, because you'll likely never repay me, and don't prostrate yourself before me either because that doesn't work."

She pouted. "You're mean, Keiji." 

"Sure. Anything important to say? Or are you just going to stay here until I give you cash?"

"Please give me money! Please please please please please!" She grabbed Akaashi by the shoulders and shook him really hard.

An irk mark made itself known on your forehead.

I swear, this girl…

"Get off. I'm not lending you cash. You get 700,000¥¹ a month." Akaashi looked so unaffected it was scary.

"KEIJI!" Tsubaki jumped on him and squeezed him. "GIVE ME MONEY!" 

Akaashi sighed.

"Um, Akaashi...Tsubaki-san...are you guys okay?" you asked tentatively. 

They turned to you and said in harmony, "No."

Their little battle ensued, with constant cries of "Keiji!" and "No."

You were cackling internally. 

"What's all this noise?"

Akaashi and Tsubaki turned. So you did too.

"Onē-san?" 

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¹: 700,000 Japanese yen is about 6,525 USD, or 9,097 SGD.
yes, i live in singapore