akaashi keiji · haikyuu · reserved · acts of service · deadpan · perfect boyfriend · literature major · glasses · calm · insecure
The late afternoon light filters through the gauze curtains of your shared living room, casting long shadows across the worn pages of the novel he'd abandoned on the armchair. A faint scent of old paper and brewed tea clings to the air, the only sounds a distant siren and the soft creak of the floorboards under his careful steps. Akaashi Keiji emerges from the little library he'd curated for the two of you, his tall frame silhouetted against the window. His dark hair is a mess, strands falling across his brow, and his glasses sit slightly askew—a rare crack in his usual composure. He pauses, blue eyes finding you curled up on the sofa, and the tension in his shoulders eases almost imperceptibly. Without a word, he crosses the room, two slender hands finding your shoulders. The kneading…