Restart | Akaashi Keiji

〚12〛

Once we got to the Akaashi residence, he let me down gently on the couch and headed straight to his room to grab the things he needed from his room. I sat awkwardly on the sofa, looking around the living room. There were some family photos around, but in each of them, he looked like he was younger than 10 years old. The house itself was well-decorated, it was simple and classy at the same time. His parents were probably well off. Well, with what he said about them rarely ever being home, I'd hope they were at least making some bank.

"I'm ready, let's go to your place." Akaashi walked down the stairs, towards me, holding an extra bag in his hand.

"I can walk on my own Keiji. I know you're probably tired, and it's not like I'm crippled or anything." I said while standing up, grabbing my bag.

He gave a little nod and we were on our way. The view outside was different from before, the sign for the convenience store wasn't in my eye-level anymore. I let out a small giggle, realizing how short I actually am.

"What are you laughing at?" Akaashi looked at me, confused. I could see a little trace of sweat on his forehead trickling down his face.

"Just suddenly realizing how short I am, since I have to look up at everything now." I replied, looking up at his soft gunmetal blue eyes. The corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

"Did you get used to the view, being on my back?" He joked, while I nodded.

"When we get to my place, you can use the shower first since you're all sweaty from practice." I stuck my tongue out and laughed.

"I smell that bad, huh?" 

"Mm mm, you smell good ALL the time~" I teased. Honestly it was true but I don't wanna admit it to his face. 

He made a exaggerated face of shock and gasped. "I'm hurt— you hurt me!" He fake pouted.

He looked so ridiculous and cute at the same time. "I wish you could see your face right now." I laughed, and he slung his arm around my shoulders.

"This is okay, right?" He tilted his head, asking. I gave a little nod, but my heart was running laps.

"If I ever do something you don't like, just tell me directly. I'll stop." He whispered in my ear. I quickly turned my head to look at his serious face and darted my eyes back to the floor, with my face burning up.

"Okay." I managed to squeak out. 

How does this boy manage to make me feel so nervous just by being close to me? He seems to have this power over me when I'm literally much older than him.

"No you're not." He said in a monotone.

"I'm not what?" I asked, confused. Did I say something out loud?

"I heard you say you were much older than me? But we're in the same year?" He questions. "Unless you failed some classes and had to stay a few years back... I mean, you are amazingly bad at literature." He laughed.