Laura
@leuralo.bsky.social
Part-time writer, full-time procrastinator. Haikyuu!! friends welcome😁
(prof pic is a lovely gift from @/brainerbees.bsky.social)
(prof pic is a lovely gift from @/brainerbees.bsky.social)
boxer ? bokuto???? Akaashi i’m sat with you
(sending all the writing mojo!!!!)
(sending all the writing mojo!!!!)
August 21, 2025 at 8:48 AM
boxer ? bokuto???? Akaashi i’m sat with you
(sending all the writing mojo!!!!)
(sending all the writing mojo!!!!)
Wanted to share this broadcast - not too many worries out here LOL. But in all seriousness, hoping for minimal damage🙏🏻 Stay safe Mari!!!
July 30, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Wanted to share this broadcast - not too many worries out here LOL. But in all seriousness, hoping for minimal damage🙏🏻 Stay safe Mari!!!
thank you Lin 🥹 I can’t decide if Akaashi is doing it on purpose or if he’s just Like That. Luckily he’s met his match in Bokuto. They are soulmates fr
July 23, 2025 at 6:50 PM
thank you Lin 🥹 I can’t decide if Akaashi is doing it on purpose or if he’s just Like That. Luckily he’s met his match in Bokuto. They are soulmates fr
ah damn. pls also ignore the bok choy turning into choy sum mid-thread💀💀
July 23, 2025 at 11:57 AM
ah damn. pls also ignore the bok choy turning into choy sum mid-thread💀💀
(where did this come from? girl ur guess is as good as mine)
July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
(where did this come from? girl ur guess is as good as mine)
(And with Akaashi as a permanent fixture in Bokuto’s apartment, it DEFINITELY won’t be the last.)
End. Just Akaashi starting shit in their shared apartment on a random Tuesday at 5pm
End. Just Akaashi starting shit in their shared apartment on a random Tuesday at 5pm
July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
(And with Akaashi as a permanent fixture in Bokuto’s apartment, it DEFINITELY won’t be the last.)
End. Just Akaashi starting shit in their shared apartment on a random Tuesday at 5pm
End. Just Akaashi starting shit in their shared apartment on a random Tuesday at 5pm
When the cooking timer finally goes off, it makes them both jump. Almost robotically, Akaashi stands to set the table, and Bokuto gets to work draining the noodles. There is an immediate unspoken agreement that dinner will be a quick affair tonight.
(It wouldn’t be the first time. +
(It wouldn’t be the first time. +
July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
When the cooking timer finally goes off, it makes them both jump. Almost robotically, Akaashi stands to set the table, and Bokuto gets to work draining the noodles. There is an immediate unspoken agreement that dinner will be a quick affair tonight.
(It wouldn’t be the first time. +
(It wouldn’t be the first time. +
all flustered was /Akaashi’s/ specialty, not his. He only knows it’s working because he sees the tips of Akaashi’s ears go pink, for which he thanks his lucky stars.)
“Hm,” Akaashi manages. It’s equally cool, but Bokuto detects the slight waver in pitch. “Definitely something to think about.”
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“Hm,” Akaashi manages. It’s equally cool, but Bokuto detects the slight waver in pitch. “Definitely something to think about.”
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July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
all flustered was /Akaashi’s/ specialty, not his. He only knows it’s working because he sees the tips of Akaashi’s ears go pink, for which he thanks his lucky stars.)
“Hm,” Akaashi manages. It’s equally cool, but Bokuto detects the slight waver in pitch. “Definitely something to think about.”
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“Hm,” Akaashi manages. It’s equally cool, but Bokuto detects the slight waver in pitch. “Definitely something to think about.”
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the spoon aside and turning back to the living room. He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms in the way he knows makes his biceps and chest stick out. He drops his voice to a near growl.
“…and you’ll just /listen./“
(Admittedly, it feels a little ridiculous. Getting people +
“…and you’ll just /listen./“
(Admittedly, it feels a little ridiculous. Getting people +
July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
the spoon aside and turning back to the living room. He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms in the way he knows makes his biceps and chest stick out. He drops his voice to a near growl.
“…and you’ll just /listen./“
(Admittedly, it feels a little ridiculous. Getting people +
“…and you’ll just /listen./“
(Admittedly, it feels a little ridiculous. Getting people +
Bokuto throws the salvaged beef and choy sum into the water for the last couple minutes.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover, bunching them at the top of his forearms. He grabs a ladle and gives the pot a perfunctory stir.
“Or maybe /I’ll/ talk,” he says, setting +
Then slowly, deliberately, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover, bunching them at the top of his forearms. He grabs a ladle and gives the pot a perfunctory stir.
“Or maybe /I’ll/ talk,” he says, setting +
July 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Bokuto throws the salvaged beef and choy sum into the water for the last couple minutes.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover, bunching them at the top of his forearms. He grabs a ladle and gives the pot a perfunctory stir.
“Or maybe /I’ll/ talk,” he says, setting +
Then slowly, deliberately, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover, bunching them at the top of his forearms. He grabs a ladle and gives the pot a perfunctory stir.
“Or maybe /I’ll/ talk,” he says, setting +
-an Ultimate Osaka Travel Guide Magazine, of all things- and hides most of his face in the pages. Doesn’t matter. Bokuto only needs to see the corners of his eyes to know that he’s smirking.
Little shit.
“It’s alright,” Bokuto replies as cooly as possible. “We can talk tonight.”
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Little shit.
“It’s alright,” Bokuto replies as cooly as possible. “We can talk tonight.”
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July 23, 2025 at 11:16 AM
-an Ultimate Osaka Travel Guide Magazine, of all things- and hides most of his face in the pages. Doesn’t matter. Bokuto only needs to see the corners of his eyes to know that he’s smirking.
Little shit.
“It’s alright,” Bokuto replies as cooly as possible. “We can talk tonight.”
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Little shit.
“It’s alright,” Bokuto replies as cooly as possible. “We can talk tonight.”
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