Song Suggestions
Evergreen // Broods
Superstar // Broods
Cosmic Love // Florence & the Machines
EASE // Troye Sivan & Broods
Take It All Back 2.0 // Judah & the Lion
Painting (Masterpiece) // Lewis Del Mar

Surprisingly enough, Akaashi was never charged with anything. The scene of the crime was brutal, and Kuroo had to move Akaashi into his apartment for a time while the crime scene was investigated. Akaashi was sure he would be arrested, but his case was already known across the country. The police managed to take pity, and so many would have revolted and petitioned against any sort of arrest. The story became an international one, bringing their names to an international stage of incomprehensible boundaries. Kuroo was already a rock star and Akaashi a bestselling manga artist and adding the situation at hand on top of everything, they could hardly leave the house. Across the globe the story was told, and their fans and many others overflowed their mailboxes and offices and emails with words of support, flowers, and a fuck load of Akaashi's favorite foods.
Even if the police had made an arrest, Akaashi's recovery was punishment enough.
Most nights, Akaashi woke up screaming and sobbing, and Kuroo had many bruises and scratches from trying to keep Akaashi from hurting himself in the fits of terror. Akaashi flinched when Kuroo tried to touch him, and they didn't make love for months, but Kuroo was patient and kind, giving Akaashi all the love he could in the duration. Eventually, slowly but surely, Keiji began to accept Kuroo's hand freely against his cheeks and accept his kisses and embraces. After a few years, their relationship had returned to tentative normalcy, but the nightmares still tormented Keiji at night.
It was hard, but well worth it.
Once all the media bullshit had died down, the two of them decided to go on a simple date during the day. Of course, Akaashi only thought it was simple. He decided against putting on any makeup, and wore an oversized, cream sweater tucked into his mom jeans, a brown belt, and a pair of brown Lucky brand boots. He looked adorable, his hair a little longer, framing his face. Kuroo dressed as Kuroo most likely always would: simple graphic t shirt, jeans, sneakers. He wore a graphic hoodie instead, since it was still chilly. The cherry blossom petals whirled around them like a shojo manga. They walked side by side, each with a hand in the others back pocket. Kuroo stopped suddenly, his eyes focused on a bench a few feet away.
"Tetsu, love," Akaashi said softly in his ear. "Just what has stolen your attention from me?"
Kuroo laughed, pulling his hand from Akaashi's back pocket. He rubbed Akaashi's arm gently. "This bench is where we had our first kiss."
Akaashi's eyes widened a bit. "Ah," he let out a low whistle. "So it is."
"So it is," Kuroo echoed, and he released Akaashi. They had been through so much, a lifetime of love and torment in just a few years, a small fraction of their lives. Keiji couldn't help but feel impressed, proud of how far they had made it.
Kuroo cleared his throat, and Akaashi looked around. He didn't immediately see the mop of black bedhead he had grown so used to, so a sliver of panic slipped through him. Then he looked down to Kuroo, on one knee with a little black box held up with one hand.
"Oh, fuck," he sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I had something memorized, but the wind just caught your hair so perfectly and I think I shit myself and the words are gone because I realized how breathtaking you are. I'm gonna have to wing it."
Akaashi opened his mouth to say something, but Kuroo continued, his eyes holding Akaashi's with determination.
"Akaashi Keiji, I have loved you since I was young. I have loved you through braces, through different high schools, through a school rivalry. You have loved me through alcoholism, through a distance between us so suffocating, through my snoring. I have tried to write songs about you, but I could never find the right words to express how much I love you. Its slow burn and agonizing, a deep ache in my chest for your touch and the sound of your laugh. I love drinking coffee in the morning with you, and how cranky you are when you wake up, and how your cowlick makes your hair fall perfectly, but only after a shower. I love the color of your eyes, and how I can read them like a mood ring, and how you look at me and just know what I'm thinking. I love the way you talk and how you walk, so dignified despite everything and everyone that has tried to break you into pieces. I love that you are willing to trust me entirely, and to let me help pick up the pieces. I love how you refuse to use anything but duct tape to fix fucking anything, and how it only seems to work when you do it. I love the entirety of you, all your faults and quirks, all the beautiful things that make you, well, you. I couldn't ask for anything better, because I know you love me for me no matter how shitty me can be. People spend their entire lives searching for the love that we share, and I never intend to let you go. I will fight for you for the rest of my life, whether that fighting means violence or perpetually trying to figure out how the fuck to make your coffee better than you do."
Kuroo's voice finally caught, breaking, becoming gravely. There was a small group of people watching by now, listening and taking pictures. Akaashi and Kuroo couldn't see or hear anything but each other. Akaashi wiped at his cheeks, trying to push the tears away, but he was smiling so wide he only half cared.
"Akaashi Keiji, will you let me try every morning for the rest of our lives to make coffee as good as yours?"
Keiji nodded, unable to speak, as he sobbed tears of pure joy. Kuroo opened the box, exposing a gold band, with little vined and flowers carved into it. The diamond was small, a square cut, but perfect. He pulled the ring out and stood, sliding it onto Keiji's ring finger gently.
"Yama told me your ring size," he choked out.
"Your coffee fucking sucks, Tetsu," Keiji stuttered back, before their lips locked together.
The small crowd around them cheered as they kissed, cherry blossoms falling into their hair.

The wedding was small, only close friends and family. They eloped to Bali, Indonesia, and the ceremony was tearful and beautiful. Keiji wore a white lace jumpsuit, and Tetsuro wore a black tux. Neither could complete their vows because they were crying, and after, they all got belligerent and bar hopped. Tetsuro took Keiji's name. Yamaguchi had brought a disposable camera, and they decided collectively that they would never, not in a million years, be seen by any one outside of those within them.
Life was simple after, and they got a fluffy white cat they named Breezy, and a sweet blue nose pitbull they named Sora. They moved into a lovely home outside of Tokyo where they were based, close to their loved ones. Keiji worked on a new manga based off his experiences, his story, and Tetsuro wrote music in his study. They worked on the house together, often fighting each other with paint, ruining countless shirts and pants and shoes. Keiji had a mural room, where he covered the walls in paintings, doodles, manga clips, anything he could, and Tetsuro had a room filled with guitars, sound equipment, and padding on the walls so he could work late into the night without disturbing the neighbors.
They thought life was complete, but they realized there was one thing missing. So, they rearranged the house, painted the walls again, and slept with the windows open.
Chiasa, a name meaning "one thousand mornings." It was a fitting and beautiful name, and one day while they were drinking their morning coffee, they received a call. Well, two calls. One from a frantic Yamaguchi, urging them to rush to the hospital he worked at right away. The second call was from Anka, a sweet young girl who couldn't take care of her little girl.
Tetsu sat back and relaxed as Keiji frantically ran around the house, trying to get things ready and putting on make up and rearranging.
"You know, I don't think the baby will care whether there are manga novels scattered everywhere. She is a baby, after all," Tetsu teased, and Keiji shot a glare that could turn even Medusa to stone.
"Our baby girl is coming home soon; I want this fucking place to be perfect!" He said, the dog and cat padding after him about the house.
"I'll be waiting in the car, baby," Tetsuro said gently, opening the door that led outside from the kitchen. "But we may miss the delivery if you don't hurry."
"Fuck!"

They made it on time, due to Keiji's horrific driving.
"Can you slow the fuck down?!" was screamed a million times, and they—somehow—safely arrived at the hospital. Tetsuro wasn't allowed in the delivery room, but Keiji held Anka's hand as she miserably tried to deliver the baby. It took a few hours of struggling and cursing, and finally, Chiasa was born.
Keiji nearly panicked when he didn't hear immediate crying, but Chiasa only looked around with wide, turquoise eyes. She sputtered and cooed but didn't cry. After Anka held her a moment, she smiled up at Keiji.
"You wanna hold her?"
"Fuck, yes, please," he gasped out, tears streaming down his cheeks. He gently cradled Chiasa in his arms, rocking her. She reached up a hand, reflexively wrapping her hand around his ring finger. "Hello, Chiasa-hime, are you ready to be spoiled until I die?"
She made a noise, and Keiji couldn't help but smile even wider.
Anka was sound asleep when Tetsuro slipped into the room. Keiji was sitting with his back to the window, whispering to Chiasa. He glanced up, and sniffled, and Tetsu patted his head in response.
"We're gonna make bitchin' parents," he said matter of factly as Keiji handed Chiasa to him.
"Don't curse around her," Keiji chided softly, his eyes never leaving her soft features.
"I bet you already have a thousand times," Tetsu chuckled.
"She's gonna have the mouth of a sailor," Keiji said.

Many years passed by, Tetsu going on tour, Keiji drawing his manga, Chiasa drawing and playing guitar. When Sora died, they all cried pathetically together in the living room, holding each other. Breezy passed while Chiasa was away at school. Keiji couldn't find the courage to tell her over the phone. When she returned, they cried once again.
All their friend's children were fond of Chiasa, and they collectively coddled her. When she married, and got pregnant for the first time, she begged Tetsu and Keiji to never call her child princess if it was a girl.
"You spoiled me from the start and you never had a chance," she sighed, her hand resting on her stomach.
"Yeah, but you sure as hell never complained," Tetsu laughed, taking a sip of beer.
"Dad, I will untune every single one of your guitars each time you call her 'hime.'" Chiasa hissed, and Tetsu held up his hands in defeat.
"God, you take after Keiji so much," he sighed. "You even look alike. Keiji, darling, did you have an affair with Anka?"
"She makes better coffee than you, dear, I couldn't help myself." Keiji teased, kissing his temple before setting a tray of tea on the coffee table.
"I knew it."
Chiasa rolled her eyes. "So, why did you hermits move out in the mountains? The Tsukishima and Kenma families keep bitching at me."
"When you have kids, you can bring them out here and let them run the fuck free and catch bugs." Tetsuro said proudly.
Keiji rolled his eyes. "You father liked the acoustics." He said pointedly.

Years later, Akaashi Tetsuro and Keiji sat in rocking chairs, equipped with canes, coffee, and playing cards as they watched their grandchildren and great grandchildren playing in the garden Keiji tended.
"Ne, Keiji?"
"Yes, my love?" Akaashi lifted his eyes from his hand.
"I call dibs on dying first," he said calmly, placing cards face down on the table and drawing a few more.
Keiji grabbed his cane and smacked Tetsu with it. "Akaashi Tetsuro, I'll kill you before then, old man."
"Hey, you're old, too!" Tetsu grinned like the Cheshire, his eyes shutting.
It was then that Keiji took a good look at the sun kissed and weathered skin of his lover. His hair had thinned and turned silver, but his eyes held the same mischief he fell in love with. Tetsu reached over, grabbing his husband's hand. Tetsu lifted Keiji's hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on his knuckles.
"We're the last ones left," Tetsu said softly, his eyes falling back to the generations they raised. "But I'm sure as fuck glad we moved out of the city."
Keiji nodded slowly. "Tetsuro?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Don't die until you perfect my coffee."
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of it."