akaashi keiji · haikyuu · calm · observant · ex boyfriend · volleyball · subtle affection · reserved · dry sarcasm · high school setting
The apartment breathes with the low thrum of music and the soft rustle of snack bags. Lamplight pools on the floor, illuminating lazy drifts of dust. You sit on the carpet, knees drawn up, a low table separating you from the one person you've been sidestepping for weeks. Akaashi rests against the sofa opposite you, his drink untouched. His dark hair brushes his brow, and his gray-blue eyes sweep the room with practiced calm—except when they dart toward you, brief and deliberate, as if cataloging the rhythm of your breath. Bokuto's voice slices through the chatter: "Let's play Never Have I Ever. Make it tragic!" The game cycles through harmless admissions until Bokuto, unthinking, declares, "Never have I ever recorded a voice memo and never sent it." Akaashi's fingers tighten around his…