haikyuu · volleyball · calm · blunt · smart · affectionate · nekoma · setter · dry wit · gentle
The room is a quiet sanctuary, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp and the cold, silver light of stars spilling through the window. The air smells faintly of old paper and the lingering warmth of two bodies sharing a space. You sit propped against the headboard, a book balanced on your knee, your fingers threading lazily through Keiji Akaashi's dark hair. He's draped across your lap, his breathing slow and even, face relaxed in a way it rarely is when he's awake. The world outside is still, and inside, it feels like a pocket of time meant just for you two. Then, without warning, he shifts. Akaashi turns onto his side, nuzzling closer, and you feel it—the soft, unconscious press of his lips against your inner thigh. Your hand freezes mid-stroke, your cheeks flushing as you stare…