Drabbles and Whatnot

Akaashi Keiji X Reader - Paintings Worth a Thousand Words

Finally, something I feel is worth posting. Honestly, I gave myself butterflies writing this, and I hope you get them, too. And if not, maybe I'll write a sequel. And by maybe, I mean most likely.

"I'll see you  next Saturday, yeah?" You asked Akaashi, arms around his middle and chin tilted upward so you could see his beautiful face.

"Yeah," he murmured and pressed a warm kiss to the bridge of your nose. Which you returned with a soft giggle and gentle peck on the lips before reluctantly letting go and stepping off his front porch. He leaned against the wall and watched you walk on until you were out of sight, partly to make sure you were safe, but mostly cause he was already missing you. How he wished he could make you stay, but you had an art class to teach and he had enough homework to drown himself in.

A sigh escaped his lips and he headed back inside to start on his assignments. When he sat at his desk, he noticed a book that hadn't been there before, resting next to his camera. It was one of your favorites. You must've left it on accident. But something about the way it sat there was begging him to open it.

So he did, and his eyes were met with an inked note in your handwriting on the inside of the sturdy cover. "Keep this," it said, directly in the center. This puzzled him. Why would you give this to him? He flipped to the first page to start finding your intentions in the word, but was in awe of what he beheld. The thin page had been lightly coated with a clear craft glue to protect it from the beautiful watercolor painting on top.

Akaashi stared, eyes wide. Oh, how long it must've taken you to finish, for every page had a unique painting related to the text. The watercolors were pale, so all the words were still visible, but he might never actually read it, opting to admire your craftsmanship instead. Every brushstroke was done with care and with him in mind. You had even accented certain words and phrases, converting the novel into a hidden letter containing your affections. It made him feel small compared to the overwhelming love pouring out of your masterpiece. There was no way he could top this in his eyes, except to show you reverent affection and whisper those three words he very rarely uttered. But even that might not be enough. He might just have to use four words instead of just three.