sinful watchers: the rewrite

₀₀₃ FRISSON

003  frisson
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(n. )  a shiver of pleasure.

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COMMENTARY ON AKAASHI'S behalf hadn't sliced the air following his arrival, signalling they begin their travel to their class concerning a specific module in their English degree.

Akaashi Keiji preferred minimal speaking roles and refrained from unnecessary verbose when communicating. Said trait awarded Y/n an opportunity to assess the character beside her. The sly side glance sparingly drank in Akaashi's appearance she hadn't encountered for a while due to their incohesive schedules across the extensive break associated with Japan's icky heat, complaints drawn it were incomparable to regions overseas.

His reserved personality eluded mystery and an interpretation he was the romance option authors scribed in detailed pages of fiction - a favourited human like himself were to obtain no faults as his slim physique and toned abs developed from his previous extracurricular activity of volleyball were cloaked beneath his causal fashion that suited his academic aesthetic.

Akaashi's stages of development were prioritised by his creator, who prided himself in sculpting his distinctive looks. What was once a sphere of clay was now an honorary male transplanted with seeds of virtue and essentially a vessel for such.

Although no physicality of Elysian was blatant upon Akaashi's light tan anatomy, it was evident that thorough precision and attentiveness were applied during his process of creation. His chiselled cheeks were delicately carved whilst oceanic billows of cerulean balanced his stygian pupils drilled with vacancy which continued its' journey of admiration over Y/n.

"How was your internship?" She quizzed, knowing they interned at rivalling companies, both their stares hesitant on returning to the scene before them - an overwhelming swarm of students inside the grand architecture resonant with their mumbles of chatter.

His head, sewn with naturally wavy black threads and somewhat untamed stylishly with a few strands poking askew, slightly turned whilst an answer formed upon his tongue. "It was worth it; I hope our future employers are somewhat impressed.".

Akaashi and Y/n. Y/n and Akaashi.

The pair exchanged very few words and continued to pace down the hall together, a regular occurrence as their mouths remained sealed shut again.

The silence between the duo was suffocating, and viciously strangled any stranger who accidentally stumbled upon their joint existence. Said newcomer's face would chalk whilst their vision's border darkened, their surroundings gradually became victims of distortion. Staggered inhales would invade the crooks of their ribs and influence their lungs to restrict further breaths escaping their jugular's blockade; the necessity for air would be overlooked by a primitive warning alerting them to avoid Y/n and Akaashi's merged presences and pan their attention onto subjects of safety as they experienced the possibility of their treasured existence flee past the very tips of their fingers, regretful of taking their life for granted and adjuring they are left unharmed.

Whilst in communal settings, Y/n's voice was heard more, yet Akaashi chimed in at times, his comments abrupt yet memorable after inviting himself into conversations around him. He unconsciously spat harmless digs that shadowed no ill intention behind them, most of them anyway. However, when the two of them were in public, tranquillity remained in the bubble, protecting them from the talkative pupils skirting around.

Spotting them isolated from the rest of their crew was no ordinary sighting for those who knew them personally, yet served as nothing to fret about either as students focused on their glum chats and remained unaware of the atom's weight of normalcy around the pair - the majority unable to afford wasting educational hours upon surveying two students whom assumably retained some distaste for the other.