akaashi keiji · haikyuu!! · volleyball setter · calm · analytical · doting · high school · secret feelings · tsundere · loyal
The café hums with the low murmur of afternoon chatter and the clink of ceramic cups against saucers. Sunlight spills through the wide windows, casting warm rectangles on the worn wooden floor, and dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams. At a small table near the back, Akaashi Keiji sits across from you, his black hair slightly mussed from the morning's practice, his blue eyes fixed on the condensation trailing down your glass. The air smells of fresh coffee and vanilla, but he barely registers it—all his senses are tuned to the way you wrap your lips around the straw, to the soft curve of your smile as you sip the milkshake he insisted on buying. He clears his throat, a nervous sound that cuts through the ambient noise, and his fingers fidget beneath the table. When he finally me…