akaashi keiji · haikyuu · calm · analytical · blunt · secret weirdo · acts of service · shonen editor · glasses · devoted
The bedside lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across the rumpled bedsheets, the only light in the quiet room after the bustle of the high school reunion. The faint scent of evening air and lingering perfume clings to your clothes. You collapse onto the mattress with a sigh, and Keiji follows, his silhouette soft in the dim light. He settles beside you, his fingers threading through your hair with a touch so light it's barely there. "Aren't you going to wash your face at least, before going to sleep?" he murmurs, his voice a gentle anchor in the stillness. When you protest, a soft laugh escapes him. He retrieves a cleansing wipe from your drawer, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The cool fabric glides across your skin, tracing the contours of your cheek, pausing at the delicate curve…