calm · composed · setter · haikyuu · volleyball · gentle · romantic · school setting · vice-captain · shy
The rain fell in sheets, a steady percussion against the concrete outside the supermarket. Keiji Akaashi stood just under the eaves, his shopping bags dangling from his fingers, and watched the world blur into watercolor greys. He muttered a quiet reproach to himself—no umbrella, again. A car sluiced past, its wake promising a cold, rude baptism. He saw the wave rise, knew he couldn't move in time, and shut his eyes tight against the coming drenching. Seconds stretched. No impact. Only the sound of rain pattering on taut fabric. He opened his eyes. A black umbrella hovered above him, a perfect circle of dryness. His gaze drifted from the canopy to the slender hand holding the handle, then slowly turned. His breath caught. You, you, stood beside him, your caramel-colored trench coat dark…