when akaashi visited today, (y/n) noticed how exhausted his appearance was; fatigue showed clearly behind his half-lidded eyes that had prominent dark circles beneath them, his posture was slumped, and it almost seemed as if he was literally dragging himself with every step.
despite his weak protests saying that he was fine, she made him lay down to rest. his head laid on her stomach, eyes closed while the girl soothingly ran her fingers through the soft locks of his dark curls.
he let out a low hum of content, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
it didn't take long until she heard his breathing fall into a slow, even pattern which indicated that he had fallen asleep.
(y/n) sighed and quietly muttered, "you shouldn't work yourself too hard."
something yellow flashed in the corner of her vision and she glanced to the side to see a set of new flowers placed in front of the ones she had already received.
carefully so that she wouldn't wake the slumbering male, she reached over for the golden blossoms with a pale ring of orange near the center that seemed to almost light up the room with its bright hue.
patience / kindness / gentleness
you are the kindest, most gentle hearted person i have ever met
( and remember how you would always wait for me after volleyball practice during high school? )
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the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓
Fiksi Penggemaryou made flowers bloom in my mind and butterflies flutter in my chest
