Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! ❤ pt.1 | {DouKaza}

Theme: FLUFF. 

Note: FUCK YEAH SECOND VALENTINES DAY IN THIS BOOK 🤩

imma hope i make this one better tho (probs won’t :’>)

Modern AU

I was watching silly tiktok compilations of things like, idk, reunited couples/families/etc sooo :33 (starting this jan.31st, procrastination level 100.)

Ty @d0lliezz_c0r3 and @freshbeans6479 for some of the ideas :3

I’m splitting this into several parts bc i kinda doubt i’ll finish all of it on time for Valentines day (watch me rush-write it two days be4 valentines, and i’d only written 2 paragraphs before :’>)

This one’ll be DouKaza, the pt.2 will be KokuZan, then NakiDaki, and then KaiGyu, ok? <3

None of these have anything to do with each other (as in the Universes might be different, the UPM’s relationships with each other as well but most likely not for the latter)

×××

He didn’t know when he’d last seen Akaza face to face. It had been a while now, probably nearly a year. Douma had been living in Michikatsu and Muzan’s house for the time, having to work in the opposite side of Japan in order to get the income he needed. 

But he’d finally found a job much closer to the city Akaza lived in and… needless to say, he was excited. Much more, it was early february and there were only a couple days till Valentines. So he, with the help of Michikatsu and Muzan, arranged to travel back to where Akaza was and surprise him on Valentines day. 

So he packed quickly now, excitement running through his body as he did so. He’d only been calling Akaza up until now, and their calls had gotten shorter recently since Douma’s time off had gotten less as he’d wanted to work enough to be able to get enough to find an apartment near Akaza’s place and pay off Muzan and Michikatsu for letting him live with them for so long.

They’d’ve visited, probably, if their schedules weren’t so tightly sewn together, practically prohibiting any chance to visit. But now, Douma would be able to stay near Akaza, be with him again.

He closed the suitcase, finally, and flopped back onto the bed exhausted, having been packing for over an hour now. He’d not unpacked a lot of things from the past when he’d moved in here, considering he’d been planning to move back to his home town in the first place.

The door to his room opened and Douma sat up, smiling at Michikatsu as he walked in.

“Done packing?” Michikatsu asked, eyeing the haphazardly closed suitcase.

“Mhm!!” Douma stood, lifting the suitcase from the bed and dropping it to the floor. “Is Muzan home?”

“Yeah, he got home a couple minutes ago. I’ll make dinner now,” Michikatsu offered.

“Right, thanks!” the blond said cheerfully. “I’m going to bring these downstairs.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” 

“‘Kay!”

×××

The day flew by and then it was near to midnight and Muzan was driving Douma to the airport (Douma wasn’t allowed to drive without supervision, rules made by Muzan and Michikatsu who didn’t trust him to not crash the car and die. And Douma couldn’t drive it back.)

“Mm, when you get there tell Akaza we said hi,” Muzan said, his eyes on the road.

“Alright! I can’t wait to see him,” Douma said, giggling randomly.

“Yeah, I know. You’ve told me and Michi’ about one hundred million times today,” Muzan deadpanned.

“I’m just so exciteedddd,” Douma whined, pouting.

“I know.”

The rest of the drive lapsed into silence and when they arrived, Douma thanked Muzan profusely who ignored him as he helped take out his things.

And then Douma was sat on the airplane, staring out at the sky around him as they flew above Japan to the opposite side of it. He felt almost lightheaded from exhilaration and he smiled brightly as they soared through the sky. (this sounds stupid)

×××

Douma had settled into his new apartment, placing his things around the rooms until he was satisfied. He’d called Michikatsu and Muzan, telling them he’d arrived safely and was going to go meet Akaza soon.

It was in the middle of the week so it was… not exactly the best time for Valentine’s day to come, but he found himself not caring. He would meet Akaza at night, knowing that Akaza had a day shift.

He was a bit apprehensive about what would happen, but at this point he couldn’t care because he was excited as hell to see Akaza and he could barely sleep that night.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he woke up. There wasn’t any particular reason except he really wanted to see Akaza again. He was unable to fall back asleep so he went on his phone, scrolling through his texts with Akaza. 

Eventually, around 3am, he decided to text Akaza where he’d be later at night, bored.

Akaza answered almost right away—which concerned Douma given the lateness.

My love<3: The hell are you texting me so early for? And I’m not doing anything, just going to be at home

Douma: why are you even awake 3: 

My love<3: Bc I got your text

Douma: I woke you up?

My love<3: Not really, just couldn’t sleep

Douma: Awh.. wanna call?? :33 

My love<3: Ok

Douma: :3

He called Akaza quickly, the face of his lover filling his screen.

“Akaza-dono!! Hii!!” Douma said cheerfully, waving. He used the tag ‘dono’ as a pet-name for Akaza often.

Akaza nodded, looking tired but content. “That doesn’t look like where you usually sleep, did they kick you out?” he teased, laughing.

“Hm? Oh, uhm, we changed the sheets,” Douma said quickly. “Anyways, how are you?”

“…Okay. I’m tired. Also, isn’t tomorrow Valentines Day?” Akaza asked quietly. 

“Yep!” Douma said, smiling.

Akaza sighed, resting his head down. He placed the phone somewhere, propping it up so he wouldn’t have to hold it as he spoke to Douma. “I wish you could be here, it’s going to be so awkward seeing everyone else being… couples? And I can’t even speak to you face-to-face.”

Douma fought to hide him smile, nodding solemnly. “Hmm, I’m sure we’ll find a time to meet one day…”

“Don’t you need a job here, though?” Akaza asked, yawning.

“Mhm, Akaza, you should sleep, you look tired,” Douma said, a crease of worry between his eyebrows.

“Fine… Love you, bye,” Akaza mumbled, reaching for his phone.

“Love you too!!” Douma said as the screen flashed off. He sighed, turning off his phone and placing it under his pillow, too lazy to put it on the desk. Only a couple more hours and he’d finally see Akaza again.

×××

It was evening, now, and Douma waited impatiently by Akaza’s door. Akaza was being let off late at his work, or something, because he hadn’t answered the door when Douma had knocked.

So now he was waiting outside in the cold—not having brought a jacket—with flowers in his hands, looking stupid.

He didn’t know how much longer he’d waited for, but finally—finally—a car pulled up to the house and Akaza stepped out, seemingly not noticing Douma yet.

Akaza walked towards the door, searching through his bag, his eyes cast down. 

He pulled out his key and looked up, doing a double take as his gaze landed on Douma. He dropped his keys back into his bag, letting go of his bag in the process and threw his arms around Douma.

“Douma?!? What are you doing here??” Akaza asked breathlessly as he pulled back, staring at Douma, eyes wide.

The blond smiled, handing Akaza the flowers. “Happy Valentines Day, Akaza-dono.” 

Akaza took the flowers, his gaze still on his lover. “But… how?”

“I arrived back here yesterday or so. Remember you said you thought I was in a different place? Well, it was because I found an apartment here. And a job. So I can live a lot closer to you, now,” Douma said, resting his forehead against Akaza’s.

“Oh… Why didn’t you tell me?!” Akaza whined, tugging on Douma’s shirt.

“Because I wanted it to be a surprise!! We should go inside now, though, I’m cold,” Douma whined.

Akaza laughed, tip-toeing to place a gentle kiss on Douma’s lips. “Alright, fine. I’m glad you’re back, though.”

“Me too,” Douma said, his hand wavering over his mouth. God, he had missed Akaza so much…

×××

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I hate this but don’t have time to re-write it

I won’t be able to finish the other ships on time for Valentines Day but I hope this satisfies you gay bitches /affectionately