In His Calm (Akaashi x Reader)

Chapter 7

Y/N had finally shaken off her flu and was back to school, feeling refreshed. As usual, she walked in with Yuki by her side, happy to be back in the usual routine. The hallway was buzzing with students, and Y/N was still catching up on all the things she missed when, out of nowhere, a boy approached her.

"Excuse me, L/N-san, right?" the boy said, smiling sheepishly. "I'm a second-year. I was wondering if... I could get your number?"

Y/N froze. W-what? My number? Her mind went blank, and the shy, timid part of her took over as she stuttered, trying to respond but finding it nearly impossible. "Uh... um... I don't... I..."

Yuki, who had been watching with an amused grin, decided to step in. "Sorry, but no," she said bluntly, crossing her arms with a smirk. "She's not really into that."

The boy, looking a bit embarrassed but respectful, nodded. "Ah, okay. No worries. Have a nice day!" He gave a quick wave before walking off.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, turning to Yuki. "Thank you so much, Yuki. I didn't know what to do."

Yuki waved her hand dismissively. "No need to thank me! But you do need to toughen up, Y/N. You're gonna face more situations like this, especially as cute as you are. You can't just rely on me every time!"

Y/N bit her lip. "I know, I'm just... I get so nervous around strangers."

Yuki grinned mischievously. "Oh, but when it comes to Akaashi-san, you seem to get pretty brave, huh?"

Y/N's face turned a shade of red that could rival a tomato. "Yuki, stop!" she squeaked, shoving her playfully.

Laughing, Yuki linked arms with her, and they headed to their first class together.

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Later that day, Y/N made her way toward the art room. It was her favorite place to retreat to, especially when she needed to focus on her latest project—a painting of Akaashi. Just thinking about the painting made her blush. I really need to finish this soon, she thought. But what if someone sees it? Especially him? That would be so embarrassing.

As she reached the art room corridor, she heard a familiar voice, and her heart instantly sped up. Akaashi? She peeked around the corner and saw him talking to a girl she didn't recognize. The girl was standing close—really close—to him, and they were laughing together.

Y/N's heart sank. Who is she? Why is she standing so close to him? A wave of jealousy washed over her, and she quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar. She didn't want to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help it. She didn't recognize the girl, maybe she was another first-year like Y/N, but something about the way she was talking to Akaashi made Y/N's chest tighten.

When the girl finally walked away, Y/N sighed in relief, but just as she was about to step out of her hiding spot, Akaashi turned around and spotted her.

"Y/N-san?" he said, blinking in surprise.

Y/N jumped, flustered. "A-Akaashi-san! I wasn't—I didn't mean to—um—I wasn't eavesdropping!" She practically squeaked, her face turning red.

Akaashi smiled gently. "It's okay, Y/N-san. I didn't think you were. Are you all right? You seem a little... off."

"N-no, I'm fine!" Y/N quickly said, though her thoughts were spiraling. He saw me hiding, didn't he? Oh no, I probably look so weird right now. She quickly added, "I'm just on my way to the art room."

Akaashi raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something was off, but didn't push. "Alright. Well, I'll see you later then. Don't forget, I'll be waiting for you at the gate after school to walk home."

Y/N nodded quickly, her face still red. "R-right. I'll see you later."

As she fled to the art room, Akaashi watched her go with a small smile tugging at his lips. He had noticed her hiding and found it endearing, but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

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Back in the art room, Y/N sat down and stared at her half-finished painting of Akaashi. She had already worked on his eyes—his calm, thoughtful eyes that always seemed to look right through her. Now, she was focused on his nose and lips. As she sketched out the curve of his lips, her thoughts wandered. I wonder if his lips are soft... The thought made her face burn, and she quickly shook her head. Stop it, Y/N! You're supposed to be working, not daydreaming about Akaashi's lips!

Still, she couldn't help but smile as she worked. The more time she spent painting him, the more she realized how much she liked him. But what if he never sees me that way? What if he likes someone else? Her thoughts drifted back to the girl she saw with him earlier, and a pang of jealousy hit her again. She bit her lip, trying to push the feeling aside. Focus, Y/N. Focus.

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Meanwhile, in the gym, the volleyball team was wrapping up practice, drenched in sweat after their conditioning run. Bokuto, ever the loud one, flopped onto the floor, groaning dramatically. "Man, that was rough!"

Akaashi wiped his forehead with a towel and glanced up at the school building. From his vantage point, he could see the art room windows. He squinted slightly and caught sight of a familiar silhouette. Y/N?

He watched as Y/N worked, completely absorbed in her painting. She looked so focused, and Akaashi couldn't help but smile a little. There was something calming about watching her create art, and he found himself curious about what she was drawing.

"Oi, Akaashi," Konoha said, nudging him. "What are you staring at?"

Bokuto joined in, grinning. "Ohhh, are you staring at Y/N-chan? Is she painting something cool?"

Akaashi sighed, shaking his head. "I wasn't staring. We should get back to practice."

But Bokuto wasn't about to let it go. "You were totally staring! You've got that look on your face!"

Akaashi rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips that he couldn't hide. "Come on, let's go."

As they headed back into the gym, Bokuto smirked knowingly. "Akaashi and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S—"

"Bokuto-san, please stop."