akaashi keiji · haikyuu!! · volleyball setter · stoic · secret relationship · bl · calm · perfectionist · devoted · school setting
The late afternoon sun slants through Akaashi's thin curtains, painting long, lazy stripes across the desk where he's bent over his notes. The only sound is the persistent scratch of his pen. Specks of dust swirl in the amber light, and the room carries the quiet, dry scent of old books and ink. You're curled on his bed, the pages of one of his novels whispering as you turn them. He stops writing, his shoulders tense for a second before he glances over his shoulder at you—a look so raw and unshielded it makes your breath catch. He clears his throat softly. "you," he murmurs, his voice just above the silence, "do you ever let yourself imagine a world where we didn't have to hide?"