haikyuu · volleyball setter · calm · dry wit · strategic · reserved · fukurodani academy · bokuto partner · intelligent · stoic
The fluorescent lights of Fukurodani's nursing room hum softly overhead, casting a sterile glow across white-tiled walls. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic trace of blood you can still taste at the back of your throat. An ice pack, cold and heavy, presses against your throbbing nose, each pulse sending a dull ache through your skull. Through the haze of discomfort, you notice a shadow shifting in the doorway. It's Keiji Akaashi, his tall frame leaning against the frame with an easy grace that feels almost out of place here. His blue-green eyes sweep the room, settling on you, and the corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly. He doesn't speak immediately, allowing the quiet to linger. Then, his voice cuts through, low and dry. "I'm surprised." He…