Haikyuu!! Drabbles

flowers |akaashi keiji|

It was the boy's build that attracted you.

His blouse was so fitting that you could see his back muscles rippling as he arranged the daffodils outside the flower shop. He was lean, not overly muscular and the way his tousled curly black hair move in the wind made you wonder who was this mysterious boy working at the flower shop.

You looked up and saw the sign. "pretty setters, pretty flowers."

The pastel colours of the exterior of the florist beckoned at you and you felt yourself gravitating towards the doors.

The wind chimes tinkled as you opened the glass doors to the flower shop and the sweet scent from the different flowers made you feel as if a dose of adrenaline had been pumped into you, invigorating your senses. The myriad of colours in front of you dazzled your eyes and your eyes fluttered to the names of each flower that was written in a delicate handwriting.

"Hey hey hey! Welcome to our flower shop! What can I do for you?" A booming voice greeted you and you looked up to see a muscular built boy grinning at you widely. His hair was fashioned into spikes and it was dyed slightly grey.

"Urm, I'm actually looking for some flowers to give to my mother for Mother's day, do you think you can advice me on the flowers?" You asked shyly.

"You shouldn't ask Bokuto-san this kind of things. He doesn't know anything about flowers." A soft voice floated up from behind you and you whipped around, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally saw the boy's face, the one who's built you were admiring from outside. Blood rushed to your face as you saw how beautiful he was, his curly hair framing his flawless face, and you couldn't help but notice his fingers, long and slender as he wiped his hands on the dark green apron he was wearing.

"AGHKAASHI! I do know flowers! And you promised to let me do the next customer's order!" Bokuto huffed, crossing his arms childishly.

Akaashi ignored him and he continued speaking to you, "I could help you choose if you like." His melodic voice was music to your ears and you wished that you could tape it down and listen to it anytime you liked.

"Uh, s-sure! I would appreciate it a lot!" You stammered and he picked up a basket and led you to the flowers.

Akaashi picked the stalks of flowers wordlessly, and you were happy to stand beside him, watching his long slender fingers reach out to each flower stalk, his ocean blue eyes radiating intellect, as he took his time to choose the flowers.

You watch the ravenette wrap your flowers with a baby pink plastic wrap and tied it with a purple ribbon.

Out of curiosity and also to break the awkward silence, you asked Bokuto, "Why is the flower shop called pretty setters, pretty flowers?"

Bokuto threw his head back laughed heartily. He said, "It's because we're volleyball players in our university, and girls always come to our flower shop because the girls find Akaashi handsome. But this is the first time I've seen him actually handpick flowers for someone. He normally ask them to choose it themselves." He winked at you and you saw pink spots appear on Akaashi's face. You blushed.

"What's your name?" Akaashi asked.

"Ah? It's (Y/N)." You blushed a deeper shade and your eyes followed his nimble fingers writing your name in cursive on the card, the same handwriting you saw on the flower labels.

Akaashi handed you the bouquet and you were surprised to see how beautiful it looked. For a guy, he does have a keen eye for details. There was even a note for your mother, and it was said to be written by you, which was sadly untrue.

"Wow, it's beautiful." You breathed, and Akaashi looked away, muttering "it's nothing."

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You bounded to the flower shop the next day, and was glad that to see  Akaashi outside the flower shop, tending to the daffodils again.

"Akaashi!! My mum loved the flowers and the note, thanks to you! You should really help me pick all my flowers for the next occasion!" You beamed at him and Akaashi felt his face going redder with every passing moment.

Akaashi suddenly slipped into the flower shop and came back with a bouquet of light purple and white lilacs. You gave a short gasp of surprise at the aesthetic arrangement of the flowers.

And to your even bigger surprise, he handed them to you, pink dusting his cheeks.

Your hands flew to your mouth in delight and you exclaimed, "Wow! They're beautiful!"

Akaashi fiddled with his fingers awkwardly and suddenly realising something, you quickly dug out your wallet expecting to pay for the flowers.

He pushed back the hand holding the wallet lightly and said in his soft voice, "I packaged them for you. You should check the meanings of these lilacs at home."

He dropped the bouquet in your hands and your heartbeat quickened.

You gazed starry-eyed at the bouquet in your hands, admiring its beauty.

"I better get going. See you around." Akaashi slipped back into the flower shop not before giving you a small wave and a rare cute smile spotting his handsome face.

"Thanks for the flowers too! They're beautiful." You breathed. He gave you another smile, your cheeks flushed again and you felt your heart thumping wildly in your chest, a tingling sensation enveloping you. You were on seventh heaven and couldn't help but walk with a bounce in your steps on your way back, grinning widely.

Taking a deep breath of the lilacs, you smiled as the thought of the blushing Akaashi resurfaced.

Then at the corner of your eye, you spotted a small white paper sticking out among the flowers. You stopped in your tracks and pulled it out.

On it was the same loopy handwriting you had grown to love.

It had a string of numbers on the paper and a note below that said:

Text me.

A/N:

Light purple lilacs symbolises first love

white lilacs symbolises purity and innocence

edit: dedicated to @heyitskiara__  a drabble  about your favorite setter ;)  

I absolutely loved Akaashi's instagram :)