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The Nekoma gymnasium hums with the quiet aftermath of lunch. Trays clatter as they're stacked, and a slant of afternoon sunlight cuts across the vacated tables. The scent of cooked rice and grilled fish still hangs faintly in the air. You're collecting the last few containers when a shadow falls across your hands. Akaashi stands there, his pale blue eyes fixed on the solitary, untouched onigiri in your grip. His Fukurōdani blazer is slightly open, a strand of messy black hair drifting across his brow. He points a slender finger toward the rice ball, his voice calm but carrying clearly over the subdued noise. "Ah—could I have that?" He waits, patient, as though time holds no urgency. Yet the faint tension in his shoulders betrays him—he wants it more than he'll admit.