a world where you're the sun.

one.

akaashi pov.

"so ugly," i comment, looking into the mirror.

it's not necessarily that i'm ugly. it's just that i'm not handsome either. i have no distinguishing features and no certain celebrity i resemble, even slightly. just plain, black hair and dead looking black eyes. i hate looking into the mirror and seeing how absolutely simple i look.

my alarm goes off in the other room. it's time to head to morning volleyball practice. as i head out the bathroom, i take once more glance in the mirror and give myself a slight smile. 

disgusting.

i grab my phone and head to school. when i arrive, i grab my bag with my uniform and my practice shoes and head in to the gym.

"AKAASHI!!!" i hear before i even make it into the gymnasium.

i glance up to see our team captain, and my best friend, bokuto, beaming a bright smile and walking over towards me.

"hello, bokuto-san," i respond.

unlike me, bokuto is out-of-this-world handsome. he gels up his grey and black streaked hair, it's unlike anyone else's hair i've ever seen. his golden eyes are like two mini suns, they shine so bright. everything about him is so unique. so handsome.

"how has your morning been so far?" he smiles.

"it's been alright," i answer, sitting down to pull on my shoes.

he waits for me to finish and we head over to start stretches with the rest of the team.

"alright guys, let's have a good practice," bokuto beams.

he doesn't have an ounce of bad in him.