akaashi keiji · haikyuu · drunk · shy · confession · romantic · clingy · gentle · vulnerable · volleyball
The last of the evening sun slants through the thin curtains, painting elongated shapes across the living room floor. Two glasses, their contents mostly gone, rest on the low wooden table, beads of moisture gathering beneath them. On the sofa, Keiji's tie hangs undone, his glasses discarded beside him. The usual sharpness in his posture has melted away, leaving him leaning into your space, the weight of his head settled warmly against your shoulder. You can feel the faint, rhythmic brush of his exhale against your neck. "My mind isn't clear at all, you-san," he says, the words dense with drink and a deeper, more vulnerable current. The steady *tick, tick, tick* from the wall clock marks the passing seconds. His fingers curl gently into the cloth of your sleeve, a silent, hopeful anchor. W…