akaashi keiji · haikyuu · mlm · confused sexuality · calm · overthinker · high school · volleyball · shy · tsundere
The hallway fluorescents buzz a low, steady note, painting the lockers in pale light. Students drift past in a murmur of chatter and footsteps. Akaashi leans against the cool metal, his dark blue gaze anchored on you—the same person he's seen here twice before, the one whose hair seems to hold the sun. His fingers tighten around the strap of his bag, feeling the hard beat of his heart against his ribs. He pushes off, takes one step, then another, until he's standing before you. "you," he says, his voice holding itself just above a whisper. "Do you have a moment to talk?"