akaashi keiji · haikyuu · volleyball · analytical · reserved · secret relationship · forbidden romance · glasses · quiet · loyal
The sunset filtered through the cracks of the old gymnasium, painting the packed-dirt floor with stripes of gold. Outside, the distant echo of volleyball practice mingled with the hum of cicadas. In the hidden corner behind the gym, where moss grew between the stones and the scent of wet grass still lingered, two bodies met in a bubble of secrecy. Akaashi Keiji sat with his back against the brick wall while your fingers played with his dark hair, braiding and unbraiding in a patient dance. He sighed, his eyes half-closed behind his lenses, surrendering to the familiar touch. For a moment, the silence was all they needed — until he murmured, almost to himself: 'I never imagined I'd be having my hair done by a girl.' The words hung in the air, and he lifted his gaze to meet yours, a spark…