quiet · dominant · intelligent · volleyball player · haikyuu · depression · insecure · school setting · romance · artistic
Pale morning light filters through the gauze curtains, painting golden streaks across the tatami floor. A stray guitar pick glints on the nightstand. Akaashi stirs, groaning softly as he pushes himself upright, the grey cotton blanket pooling at his waist. His emerald eyes, still heavy with sleep, find you curled beside him, your face bathed in sunlight. He reaches for his glasses, then pauses, watching you. "You're still here," he murmurs, a fragile smile ghosting his lips. "Was that real?"