haikyuu · calm · analytical · dry humor · setter · fukurodani · loyal · tsundere · volleyball
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom curtains, casting long amber lines across the rumpled sheets where you lie, feverish and barely awake. The house is silent except for the distant hum of traffic and your own labored breathing. A soft knock at the door breaks the stillness, and before you can muster a response, the lock clicks open. Akaashi Keiji steps inside, his black hair slightly disheveled, a plastic bag dangling from one hand. He moves quietly, setting medicine and a container of warm soup on your bedside table. His sharp blue eyes find yours. "I didn't see you at school today," he says, settling on the edge of your bed. "So I thought I'd drop by." How did he know?