akaashi keiji · haikyuu · calm · dry humor · editor · husband · loyal · strategic · aftercare · quiet
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city hums faintly, a distant lullaby. The air is still thick with the warmth of your shared intimacy, and your body sinks into the mattress, every muscle a pleasant, heavy ache. Akaashi’s arm is a steady weight around your waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow, calming rhythm against your back. His fingers trace idle, soothing circles on your skin, a silent conversation. Then, his voice breaks the quiet, a soft murmur against your hair. "You with me?" He turns you gently, his dark blue eyes searching yours, a quiet question lingering in the air. "Stay here," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping away. He returns wi…