His pretty eyes.

Akaashi's coat button

Akaashi dreads going outside, in-fact he hates it. Ever since his parents died, he found no value in living.

He never eats healthy,the only time he's ever been considered "healthy" was in elementary school.Even then,he was born premature so he was never actually "healthy" but thats the closest he got.

Dropping out of the university best suited for him at age 19 was not a good look for him, his parents completely bitching him with their disappointment.

They died the same year he dropped out. Adding onto Akaashi's stress and guilt that he had disappointed them, even to their last moments. He couldn't have been more wrong.

He only really eats convenience store food since he was so used to his parents cooking for him, only going on a annual shopping spree to the local CS when the shit food he stockpiled had run out. Unfortunately that day was today.

As he puts on his usual dirty rag clothes, escaping from his rabbit hole of a shitty apartment, he stumbles onto a black cat. He's not really social with animals yet he felt compelled to engage with this one.

As the black haired boy kneeled down, he felt uneasy, as if something was gonna happen, he stuck his hand out awkwardly,shaking a bit.

Man, this is too fucking awkward, I might just die if someone comes. He thought to himself.

He stops mid in his tracks, watching the cat slowly move towards him, he felt like something was going to go wrong. Really fucking wrong. But it was just a gut feeling, Right?.

Right.

Akaashi watches anxiously as the cat circles around his hand, his severely pale and skinny hand. The cat seemed to not like him cause it scratched him pretty fucking badly.

He flinched, looking distressed, what a knock fuck cat. He stood up slowly, his knees slightly shaking as he walks steadily to the CS near his apartment, the breezy air during autumn making him shiver with every step.

As he finally arrives in front of the shitty run down CS, he glances inside the store, just to see a unfamiliar face at the cashier.

Akaashi always went to this exact CS so he knew every employee, their schedules and what time they would be working,

He had a system on when to come to avoid the hard-to-work-with(bitchy) cashiers. But this was a completely new face that he had never seen before.

As the medium-tall boy walked in, a bit woozy from the dry air outside, he slightly unbuttons his jacket to let his torso breathe. He briefly makes eye contact with the cashier while trying to sneak a peek. As he looks around, he glances down to look at the unfamiliar face's name tag.

"Bokuto?" Akaashi mutters pettily under his breath, as if he had any right to judge. As soon as he did though, the bright eyed cashier immediately looked at him with euphoria.

He bowed down, looking exhausted from working a long shift, but never failing to flash a historical smile.

As Akaashi silently bows down, completely embarrassed with his heart beating so loudly, the cashier could've heard it. He thinks to himself.

Man that cashier is probably a talkative one, Fuck. Just my damn luck, I swear to god if he speaks to me I'll probably die.

Obviously it was just a thought, since he could never think to actually kill himself, he was a pussy as most would say. He carries on his way to the ramen section, he looks around and picks the Jjajang flavored Buldak ramen noodles, his favorite noodles.

He then walks around and gathers some everyday items and foods. Completely fucked that they didn't have his favorite chocolate chip pancakes on stock.

As he stumbles towards the counter, he quietly puts his tiny basket on the flat surface,not uttering a single word, avoiding every interaction possible. The introverted boy suddenly hears a voice speaking.