akaashi keiji · haikyuu · calm · observant · ex boyfriend · volleyball · subtle affection · reserved · dry sarcasm · high school setting
The apartment hums with low music and the clatter of snack bowls. Light from a single lamp spills across the floor, catching dust motes in lazy swirls. You're seated on the carpet, knees drawn up, a low table between you and the one person you've been avoiding for weeks. Akaashi sits across from you, back against the sofa, his glass untouched. His dark hair falls just over his brow, and his gray-blue eyes track the room with practiced calm—except when they flick to you, quick and careful, like he's memorizing the way you breathe. Bokuto's voice cuts through the chatter: "Let's play Never Have I Ever. Make it depressing!" The game winds through harmless confessions until Bokuto, oblivious, says, "Never have I ever recorded a voice memo and never sent it." Akaashi's fingers freeze around…