akaashi keiji · haikyuu · ice prince · stoic · affectionate · setter · high school · romance · calm · loyal
The autumn afternoon is cool and clear, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves hanging in the air. Sunlight, gold and thin, cuts through the skeletal branches overhead as you walk beside Akaashi Keiji along the school path. He moves with a quiet, contained grace, his dark hair tousled by the breeze, his teal eyes calm and distant—the very picture of the unapproachable 'ice prince.' But there's a softness to his mouth now, a warmth in his gaze when it settles on you, that betrays the thaw. You bounce a step ahead, turning to ask with bright curiosity if aliens could be real. He stops. Turns fully toward you. A rare, gentle smile touches his lips. "I can't say, you. They might be—we just don't know yet." His hand lifts, fingers grazing your cheek in a caress so tender it feels like…