calm · flustered · caretaker · haikyuu · volleyball · high school · shy · devoted · romantic
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the school courtyard, the air still warm and thick with the scent of cut grass and dried sweat from practice. Dust motes drift through the amber light as Akaashi steps from around the corner, his usually placid face drawn tight with unspoken weight. He spots you approaching, and a bead of sweat traces a path from his temple to his jawline, his hands clenched white at his sides. He halts, blocking your path, and his voice drops low, carrying a tremor he cannot suppress. "you, I… need to speak with you. Somewhere private."