"[...] i'm made for a soul-crushing romance, i need someone who won't be ashamed to worship the ground i walk on, because that's how i love, i give myself completely, i love every day as if there could be no tomorrow, i- god, do you know even one gu...
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this time, yn wasn't waiting all day to call akaashi. she did it immediately after finishing her classes. it took a whole day, so it was already dark when she could call him. thank goodness akaashi wasn't in the middle of his classes, because if he didn't answer right away, she would assume he'd had enough of her apologies.
'shoot, i forgot to say sorry again this time.'
this poem kept her from thinking about last weekend.
she hadn't expected him to still be on campus, but he said he was in his clubroom. because yn knew exactly where it was, she decided to walk to him rather than making him to come to her. he walked her home, and she would walk him from his clubroom to the bulletin board.
that was definitely not a far exchange...
yn gently knocked on the doors before pushing them open. even though it was late, akaashi was not alone in the room, there were two girls who sat next to their respective desks and paid little attention to yn entering the room. they seemed to be very invested in whatever they were doing.
"hi," yn said quietly, not wanting to interrupt them but catching akaashi's attention, who was staring at the screen with a squint.
"oh, hi, sorry, i'll just-" he began gathering his belongings in panic, still giving his computer a concerned look.
yn closed the doors behind her and approached his desk.
"you were in the middle of something, right?" she asked, giving the screen a glance. it was an open document with two sentences in it.
"i wouldn't call it a middle," akaashi chuckled, staring at the failure that would be his next article for the university newspaper.
akaashi was covering the volleyball team's column. he earned it because of his experience in the sport, the editor in charge during his first year of university told him that he had great insight into the subject, and the person writing that column was just finishing up their major, so she gave it to him.
"oh, i heard that both of the games guys team was supposed to play were rescheduled," she said with a nod. "what about girls team?"
"theirs, too. they were supposed to have a practice match with another university team yesterday, and i hoped it would actually happen so i would have something to write about, but i guess that sick season is also catching up with volleyball players," he sighed, looking at the screen, where two sentences about overall scores for the school year were almost laughing at him. "do you wanna go?"
"what will you write about then?" she asked with knitted brows, not concerned about the poem at the moment. she wished she could have it in her hands right away, but akaashi had been so helpful to her that it almost hurt her to leave him without trying to help.
"i'll figure something out," he replied, smiling at her worried expression. every day, she made sure he remembered why he admired her so much.
"bokuto is going pro, maybe you should write about it?" she suggested. she looked around for the nearest available chair, which she could pull up to akaashi's desk. it was almost as if he was reading her mind when he did that for her and then slowly sat in his own chair.
