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Akaashi Keiji x Reader 💞

Dark and light spots dance and dance, shifting and mixing, a constant noise of shades. It's strange, I wonder, there is nothing but the plain white of my ceiling, yet the night creates a wriggling carnival of fighting shapes.
There is the dark and light gray you might expect, as well as a few specks of orange and purple here and there.
Although, that might just be my imagination.
I feel strangely at peace like this, staring up at my ceiling while loud music blasts from my headphones.
I haven't brushed my teeth today, which leaves me feeling a slight pressure on them, probably my head playing tricks on me. My chest feels heavy, my arms hanging limply at my sides.
I feel as though someone had placed a thick heavy blanket beneath my skin, pressing down on my chest yet leaving my soft skin exposed to the fresh breeze coming in from my open window.
I turn my head, resting my cheek on the dark gray sheets. Or were they red? It looks all the same in the dark and I can't will myself to care to remember.
In the doorframe stands a dark figure. It somehow reminds me of my sleep paralysis demon. With the way it soundlessly creeps into my mind, leaving no warning.
But I know that can't be it. If it were Rick I wouldn't have been able to move my face at all. Now that I think about it, Rick is probably a pretty stupid nickname for a creature that has made me undergo as much terror as my demon has.
Still, it makes it a little more bearable to have a mocking name to call it by.
The space beneath my eyes itches. How many hours of sleep have I gotten in the last week? I think I slept about three hours on Monday. Maybe. Whatever, knowing is not going to change anything anyways.
I keep my tired eyes on the dark figure in my doorway.
"Is it back again?" The shape asks me.
I have to strain to listen to the voice, squinting my eyes in the process. It's a very nice voice, actually. Smooth, and distinctly male. I would like to hear it better, but I just can't be bothered to turn my music off.
Instead, I give the voice a smile in response, the gesture being void of any emotion however.
When I get no reply, I simply turn my head back to the ceiling, dragging my hips across the bed in an attempt to turn my body toward the wall on the other side.
My throat feels dry and raspy, I probably forgot to drink today. I swallow a few times in an attempt to satisfy the irritated space.
A futile attempt.
I consider getting up to find some water, but quickly discard the thought, as it would include having to move more than just from one side of the bed to the other.
I will simply accept this small suffering. I've probably done something to deserve it anyways. And it's bearable to top it off.
I suddenly feel a hand on my head, the fingers entwining with my hair. The thumb is softly caressing the spot behind my ear, stroking slowly back and forth.
I contemplate for a second, about wether or not to simply ignore this uninvited closeness, but end up leaning into the touch. It's a comforting feeling, human skin brushing against yours, just wordlessly caring.
I am so, so tired.
I close my eyes, trying to ease the burning in them but know that my mind is far from finding the peace to sleep.
Instead, I focus on the feeling of the strands of hair shifting on my scalp, trying to feel every smallest friction as intensely as possible. How the skin of the his thumb sometimes bumps against my ear so slightly that I have to concentrate to even notice it at all.
Just a second ago I was so preoccupied in my mind that I didn't even notice the figure moving away from the doorstep to sit down on the bed besides me.
Now, I can feel every shift of weight, every rearrangement of muscle and bone as he tries to find a fitting position to sit in.
Focusing on all that keeps my head free of any unpleasant thoughts and I am forever grateful for it.
I let out a small humming sound, trying to express my appreciation but I'm pretty sure it came out sounding like a puppies whine. I decide not care.
Then, I feel him shifting again.
I feel dread rising from my chest to my throat as I realize that he is getting up.
I move my head again, trying to protest, but get interrupted before I can say anything.
"I'll be right back, don't worry."
This information comforts me somehow, but I still feel unbearably cold and empty once he has risen from his position and is making his way into another room.
A shiver tries to run down my arms and back but never manages to become more than a lingering feeling.
While I wait, my mind travels back to the comforting moments just a few seconds ago.
Who was that? It must be one of my brothers friends if he's here at this time of the night. And he seemed like he knew me. At least a little bit.
But brooding about the identity of the looming figure that's not actually Rick is way too exhausting to keep up.
On top of that the music is suddenly so distracting.
I still don't have the energy to move my hand over the sheets to turn it off, so I decide to just wriggle my head enough to let the headphones fall out of my ears.
Just as I noticed my head starting to throb, I make out footsteps in the hall. My chest rises in excitement. He's coming back!
When he reaches the bed again, I hear him put something on my bedside table.
It sounds like a glass and a bottle of some sort.
I don't have time to further think about this though, as I feel his hand gently pressing against my waist.
"Would you mind turning onto your stomach for me?"
My brows furrow at the thought of having to move that much, but I decide to comply for now, in hopes of feeling his gentle fingers again.
He guides me with his palms, easing me into each movement in a way that makes it more comfortable than I had expected.
"Would it be alright if I lift your shirt enough to see your back?"
In any other situation I might have found this a strange thing to ask, but in the state I'm currently in I really couldn't care less about what happens to my body.
So I give him a tiny nod, hoping that the minimal movement will be enough in the darkness of my room.
It was, apparently, since long, strong fingers reached underneath my shirt, pulling it toward my neck.
I remember his hands to be colder though. He must have warmed them up somehow. Maybe with hot water.
While I contemplate over this and that, the boy beside me managed to pull the shirt over my chest, my breasts still pressed against the sheets, unexposed.
I'm not sure I would have cared much either way, but I do feel a slight heat creep up my cheeks.
I feel him shifting again, picking up the glass, if I'm not wrong, from the table.
"Open your mouth a little bit please."
I do as he asked, and feel a straw pinching against my lover lip.
I close my mouth around it, playing a little with it using my tongue.
When I start drinking, I can feel the path of the water as it flows from my mouth, through my hoarse throat, down my esophagus.
I feels so, so good.
I try to aim my swallows so that the water can reach every dry spot.
I suck and suck until there is nothing left in the glass.
One of the beautiful hands pats my head approvingly, as the straw gets pulled out from between my front teeth.
I hear it being set down again only to be replaced by the bottle he had brought as well.
I hear a weird squelching noise, right before I feel his slightly calloused palm on my naked back. It seems like that bottle contained some sort of essential oil.
It smells like lavender and something else I can't quite pinpoint.
And it not only smells good, but also feels heavenly against my skin.
The boy moves his hands in a skilled way, pressing against tight spots of muscle, making me relax all over.
He drags his palms up and down my back, pressing slightly against my body. A gesture that calms any anxiety left in me. I almost feel as though I might fall asleep like this.
I let myself melt in his touch, not daring to move even an inch.
His fingers press behind my shoulder blades, trace my ribs along my sides and softly squeeze my waist. I feel myself drifting into sleep, when I remember something I simply have to do before I'm fully gone.
"What's your name?" I whisper softly.
He lowers his head to mine as he softly breathes into my ear: "My name is Akaashi Keiji and if you still remember this when you wake up, do me a favor and visit me during lunch tomorrow. I'd like to make sure you aren't skipping any meals.
My class should be right next to yours then. I'll be waiting."
I still manage to nod against his lips before darkness surrounds me and I drift into a journey towards a new day.