Inside Out ||Akaashi Keiji x Reader||

Chapter 2

  Akaashi trudged through the rain, hearing it fall lightly on the top his umbrella he shared with Bokuto, who took up most of the space underneath it because his dumb best friend did not want his "sick" hair to get wet. After bidding his goodbyes to Bokuto, he entered his class, settling into his seat like usual. He opened his book up, starting to take notes on the lesson unlike every other student in the class. Within minutes, the teacher called the class to calm down and take their seats. About 15 minutes after that, he heard the door opening, which caught his attention. Looking up, he saw a girl, whose back was turned to him.

He could see her muscular and tan legs run underneath her skirt. Your (h/l) hair cascaded down your head in beach waves. The side of your face was turned, and he could see a few piercings that ran up your ear, maybe 3.

"Class. This is (l/n)(f/n), she is the new American ambassador, any questions you have about America or help with English studies seek her. She will be in room 2-5. For all you athletes, she also happens to be the number one libero for volleyball in California." The teacher added, you turned around to face the class, a stack of papers piled in your hands, and it was only your first day.

"Please take care of me?" You said, your sentence coming out as more of a question than a statement. You quickly ran your eyes over the room, briefly sweeping past Akaashi, who fought to remember your face. The name was quite familiar, but you weren't. You radiated confidence, he could see the boys beside him survey you, drinking in your beauty.

He studied you as well. You looked extremely happy, and flashed a blinding smile to the class, sending all the hormone-filled teenage boys wild. You ran your fingers through your hair, before tucking both hands underneath the papers pressed to your chest. You began to walk out of the room, relieved nobody recognized you.

"Wait, you used to live here when you were younger right?" A feminine voice asked as you were about to step into the doorway. Whoops, spoke too early. Turning around, you looked at the figure, seeing a girl, the same girl who bullied you when you were younger. Her features were semi-pretty, but the frown resting on her face contorted her beauty.

"Yeah, in elementary. It's been 7 years." You said with a smile, Akaashi's eyes widened, it clicked. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, and here you were. A whole different person, he easily remembered you when you were younger. You weren't the most attractive girl, scratch that, you weren't attractive at all. You were more of a childish cute, not the kind the boys would confess to. But, here you were, looking like a model straight out of magazine. Several of the girls he remembered that bullied you were quite attractive when they were younger, now you definitely surpassed all of them.

But to add to that, the shy girl he knew was no longer reserved. You stood with confidence, your smile appeared genuine, and you no longer hid behind your walls that refrained from you showing emotion, or so he thought. Your eyes briefly flickered to him, his eyes catching yours. Something flashed in your eyes, he wasn't sure what, but just as quickly as it had appeared it dissipated within the glowing orbs of your (e/c) eyes.

You walked out of the room, disappearing down the hallway, the handsome boy's eyes plastered in your mind. He looked so familiar, but you couldn't remember where you saw him. His eyes glowed like they once had captured the night in them, but the stars had dimmed. Once you returned to your class with a stack of paper that had lists of clubs, homework to help you catch up with the other classes, and other papers on America.

Why your mother signed you up for the program of student ambassadors you didn't know, you were just grateful that year was coming to an end so you wouldn't have to swamped with whatever it was an American student ambassador did. You slid into your desk, placing the papers on top of the table, sighing.