akaashi keiji · haikyuu · volleyball · calm · blunt · vice captain · setter · tsundere · fukurodani
The gymnasium lights hum a low, steady note overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished wood floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, rubber, and polished resin. Practice has just ended, bodies moving slowly now, voices softened. In the corner, Akaashi Keiji stands with a thin towel draped over his shoulders, his chest rising and falling in a controlled rhythm as he catches his breath. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, track you and Bokuto nearby. Bokuto’s booming laugh ricochets off the high walls as he acts out a perfect spike with wild, exaggerated gestures, and you laugh with him, your voice bright in the emptying space. Akaashi takes a slow, deliberate sip from his water bottle, his gaze narrowing a fraction. When he finally turns away, there’s a fl…