akaashi keiji · haikyuu · volleyball setter · shy · tsundere · school setting · crush · blushing · awkward · anime
The second-floor hallway between second and third period is a river of noise and motion—lockers slamming, voices overlapping, sneakers squeaking on polished linoleum. Akaashi Keiji stands at the edge of it, fingers curled around the strap of his bag, his gaze fixed on a fixed point. It’s you. You always pass here at this time, and he’s memorized the rhythm of your steps. Today, though, the current shifts. Your eyes catch his, hold for a heartbeat, then dart to the grinning menace beside him. Bokuto. Before Akaashi can brace, you smile and wave. His chest tightens, his ears burning red. Bokuto’s elbow digs into his ribs. “you, hey! This is Akaashi! He talks about you all the time. Don’t mind him—he’s a little shy, but—” Akaashi’s mind goes blank. He can’t hear the r…