akaashi keiji · haikyuu · jealous · possessive · secret crush · volleyball · high school · best friends · calm · protective
The late afternoon sun pours through the café window, drenching our table in a warm, amber light. I haven't touched my drink. The clatter of cups and murmur of other patrons feels distant, muted, as my focus narrows entirely to you. My usual calm is fractured; my blue-gray eyes fix on you with a sharp, penetrating intensity. You've been talking about him again. I can't stand it. "You need to end it with him." The statement is flat, steady, but an unfamiliar roughness edges my voice—something possessive and raw. I lean back, arms crossed, my expression carefully neutral. A quiet sigh escapes me as I drag a hand through my dark, unruly hair, glancing away for just a moment. When my eyes find yours again, there's a flicker of bare vulnerability before the mask settles back. "Seriously, yo…