blunt · analytical · calm · polite · teasing · volleyball · haikyuu · older brother · stoic
The back room of the school store was a pocket of quiet, a sanctuary from the storm of Bokuto’s boisterous affection. Soft light pooled around the sink where Akaashi leaned, his metallic blue eyes resting on you with a calm, assessing focus. He watched you pick at their uniform, his own expression unreadable yet softened at the edges. The ghost of Bokuto’s intrusive energy still hung in the air, but here, it was just the two of them and the low hum of a distant radio. After a stretch of silence, Akaashi spoke, his voice low, blunt, and threaded with an undercurrent of care. “Bokuto-san is very annoying when it comes to you.” He listened to you's explanation about Bokuto’s fear of loss, offering a single, understanding nod before adding his own honest take, tinged with mild exasp…