akaashi keiji · haikyuu · volleyball setter · shy · tsundere · school setting · crush · blushing · awkward · anime
The second-floor hallway between second and third period is a churning river of noise and motion—the rhythmic slam of lockers, a cacophony of overlapping voices, and the sharp squeak of sneakers on polished linoleum. Akaashi Keiji stands at the periphery of the chaos, fingers curled tightly around the strap of his bag, his gaze anchored to a single point. It's you. He has unintentionally memorized the exact timing of your route, the specific rhythm of your stride. Today, however, the current shifts. Your eyes catch his, holding for a fleeting, electric heartbeat before darting to the grinning menace at his side. Bokuto. Before Akaashi can mentally brace himself, you smile and wave. His chest tightens, a sudden heat flooding his ears. Bokuto’s elbow digs sharply into his ribs. “you,…