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Nice to meet you, Japan. l am… Nagi Seishiro!

THE MACHINE HERALD

Respire

Part of my Ashes collection

the instant kuroo falls in love, it's so over for him...

the realization hits him on a random wednesday evening. it's such a mundane moment, too, as he sits next to you on the train traveling back to the apartment complex you both live in.

when you laugh at one of his stupid jokes, kuroo's heart skips a beat. truth be told, he doesn't believe what he said was particularly funny but who cares? all he can think about was wanting to hear your sounds of mirth every day. even with the bustle of the evening train, kuroo only focuses on you. on the crinkles in the corners of your eyes. on the sunset glow cast on your face. on the joyous expression adorning your features. foolishly, he wonders how he had been so clueless to his feelings all this time.

the silence is uncharacteristic of him, and it doesn't go unnoticed by you. wanting to turn the tables on the typically silver-tongued man, you decide to tease him a bit.

"cat got your tongue? have my striking good looks and charming personality finally won you over?"

kuroo bites the inside of his cheek, heartbeat thudding dangerously loud against his chest. have you figured him out so quickly?

"maybe," he replies ambiguously, but if you look closer, you can see a slight red tint to his features.

now, it's your turn to feel the heat rise to your face. "what?"

"don't worry about it," he answers a bit too quickly and pivots the conversation to something about innovative marketing tactics to get the youth more interested in volleyball. which you're hardly listening to after his sudden half confession.

little do you know, kuroo is also barely paying attention to the words coming out of his own mouth as he tries to talk his heart rate down. but it's proving to be difficult when you keep glancing at him with those eyes that he's so weak to.

he gulps. this is going to be hard.

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the instant the temperatures begin to drop, it's a signal to atsumu to prepare himself for the months ahead. not because he doesn't fare well in cold weather—atsumu tends to run hot, but you? all the layers of clothing and blankets couldn't prevent the frigid winter air from nipping at you.

atsumu likes to complain about being your personal heater, but you can't help it if your fingers and toes are still freezing even after putting on snug mittens or fuzzy socks.

"yer feet are like ice blocks," he grumbles when your cold extremities brush against his legs. the heat radiating off of him is a warmly welcomed respite from the chilly outside world.

"i can't help it, 'tsumu. winter has a personal vendetta against me apparently."

despite his whining, he does nothing to stop you from tangling your legs with his. or snaking your hands underneath his shirt. or burying your face in the crook of his neck.

your teeth chatter involuntarily even as you're buried beneath two quilts and a comforter, and atsumu feels a wave of protectiveness, securing his arms firmly around your shivering form.

he pretends to be disgruntled, but affection seeps through his words. "are ya happy?"

snuggling closer to him, you hum contentedly, and he feels your smile against his skin. the light touch of your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his bare back sends tingles down his spine like stray sparks from a bonfire.

he'll never admit it but atsumu is secretly happy to be your hearth. because even though it may be cold outside, when you're holding him close, how can he deny the swelling warmth in his heart?

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autumn is akaashi's favorite season. the summer heat ebbs away into a pleasant chill, the crisp air foreshadowing colder months ahead. despite this, he's always liked the warmth in the trees as amber hues provide a stark contrast against the ashen sky. but most of all, he looks forward to seeing your face light up as he hands you your favorite hot drink.

"you didn't have to," you utter, yet the way your eyes sparkle says otherwise.

"but i wanted to," he replies swiftly.

he watches you raise the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, warmth spreading from the top of his head to his toes when you hum contendedly. akaashi's smile is hidden behind his scarf, but the crinkle of his eyes betrays him.

your lips quirk upwards when you notice his subdued giddiness. "thank you, keiji."

the crunch of dry leaves accompanies the sound of your voice. akaashi thinks he quite enjoys this—spending autumn evenings wandering aimlessly while listening to you talk about your day. when the wind picks up, he interlaces his fingers with yours and slips his other hand into his coat pocket, feeling the extra pair of mittens that he keeps for you.

and just as the leaves fall every year without fail, akaashi falls for you time and time again.

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XIANGLI YAO

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