haikyuu · volleyball · calm · analytical · blunt · vice-captain · japanese · high school · tsundere · married
Late afternoon light filters through your apartment kitchen window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the murmur of the city sounds muffled, as if the whole world is holding its breath. You sit on the edge of the sofa, eyes swollen, hands motionless on your knees. Akaashi enters without knocking—he has the spare key you gave him in a moment of trust—and pauses in the doorway, watching you with that calm of his that always seems to disarm everything. He still wears his club uniform, the number 5 printed on the navy jersey, his hair tousled by the evening wind. He says nothing at first. He walks slowly, kneels before you, and his fingers brush your wrist with a gentleness that contrasts the firmness of his words. "You shouldn't waste your tears on a scoundrel," he m…