égoïste [Akaashi Keiji]

raison #8

"Get home safely, then, Keiji." Shiori smiled at the setter as he returned a nod.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." The male waved at her before leaving.

The volleyball player watched as he walked out of her sight before closing the door and locking it. She went over to the lounge which had floor length glass windows, shoving the curtains together after locking the door that led outside.

"Getting stuffed by blockers—that is something that'll never happen when you serve. There's no one in your way. You're free to do what you want." She mumbled to herself, almost as if she was reciting the reason that she would rather serve than spike.

Akaashi had proposed an idea to her that seemed almost harmless, but she wasn't so sure.

She went to wash the dishes, continuing to think.

He said that he could help me with spikes. Does he mean to legit help me with spiking or what?

"...that idiot." She sighed lightly to herself after finishing the washing. She shut all the lights and headed to her room after getting her phone and replying to messages that were in her inbox.

He's already busy enough as it is, being in the advanced class and with volleyball. Does he even realise what he's saying?

Shiori definitely wanted to say no for his own good, but then thought about why he would even ask in the first place.

If he's the one suggesting it doesn't that mean he already knows?

Her brows knitted together as she let out another sigh. "...idiot." She muttered again. "Helping others when you yourself have so much on your plate already."

"Keiji, you idiot."

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As Akaashi stepped into his room, he sneezed.

"Keiji! Did you catch a cold?" His mother called from another room.

"No, I—" He sneezed again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

And he sneezed again.

"I hope I didn't..."

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Soon, it was the last day of the week. Shiori was free that day after school to help with the volleyball club, but she also had another game after at the sports centre at 7pm.

Depending on what they want during this practice, I should still be able to get there on time.

She packed up her things when the bell signalled the end of classes, waiting for Bokuto and Yukie to go to the clubroom together.

"Are you going to wear those shorts—OW?!" Yukie hit Bokuto on the head, sending an apologetic look to Shiori.

"Nah. I've got normal shorts and a T shirt. It's getting a little warmer, so I wouldn't want to wear something tight." Shiori reasoned. She gently punched Bokuto's chest when he had formed a frown. "You perv, is that the only thing you think about?!"

"Hey! A guy's gotta have dreams right—OW?!" Yukie had once again hit him.

Shiori only laughed. Bokuto was a straightforward guy, maybe a little too much so. He was fun to be around, even if he was kind of dumb in some aspects. Except, sometimes that dumbness equated to genius. When she talked to Konoha about it, he got pissed and agreed with her, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Okay, let's not keep the others waiting, Bokuto." Yukie pushed him towards the clubroom as Shiori walked by their side.

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