All He Has Written

Akaashi Keiji was making his way down the college building's dorm halls to head to the gym his college provided. He didn't always go there because of studies, projects, homework, his side job at a publishing company and things alike, but sometimes he had spare time and in that spare time he liked to practise volleyball with his best friend Bokuto Koutaro. The two of them had been playing the sport together ever since Keiji had become a first year in high school while Koutaro was a second year. The two of them had been playing volleyball even before high school, but they had only met each other in high school.

Keiji had picked up a bag with a t-shirt, gym shorts, a towel and a water bottle before walking off to the gym, where he knew his best friend would be practicing already. And if Keiji's predictions were correct - and they were practically always correct, when it came to his best friend - Koutaro would not be expecting him to stop by to practise alongside him again. Keiji knew he had an unsteady schedule that could change at any given moment and he liked it like that, it made him a bit more unpredictable than he already was for most. And even though Koutaro knew his best friend through and through, he would never figure out his schedule all the time, which got Keiji to quietly grin to himself as he made his way to the gym.

Keiji opened the gym's doors with a small smile on his face when he arrived, both being happy because of the fact that he could practise volleyball with his best friend again and because of the fact that practise meant that he had finished the work he needed to finish, the gym meant relaxation to him.
He stepped into the building and was greeted by a familiar gasp, followed by his name being exclaimed by a certain golden-eyed male.
Koutaro came running up to him with an excited smile on his face, because when Keiji was at the gym with his sports bag, that meant practise like in high school.

The two of them practiced, chatted with each other, and at one point they even switched their roles of practise, Koutaro went to set and Keiji went to spike. It went surprisingly well, even if they hadn't practised like that in a long while, but it was a lot of fun to the two of them. They got to relax together and just the thought of that would make either of them relax a little.

When Keiji noticed that it was already half past eight in the evening he sighed. "Bokuto-san, it's already late, let's head back to our dorms." But with that statement he only received the sound of his last name being dragged out in a whine. "Akaashiiiii- it's really not that late yet! Let's practise a bit more!"
Keiji sighed and shook his head. "Sleep is also a form of practise." He said dismissively while he walked over to his sports bag to take out the towel he had brought along.
Koutaro ended up following Keiji to their bags after dropping the volleyball on the floor, they would clean up everything together in a bit anyways.

After several minutes of putting everything away and cleaning their mess up, the two of them got their stuff and left the gym.
And, since their dorm rooms were conveniently situated, they got to walk back together. They talked about topics they hadn't covered while in the gym, smiles gracing both of their features, though needless to say, Koutaro's was quite a bit more visible than Keiji's, but that didn't make Keiji's any less existent or nice to see.

When the time for the two of them to leave one another's side came, Koutaro looked like he was going to ask Keiji to stay up with him or do anything other than sleep like any normal person, but before he could speak up, Keiji cut him off by laying a hand on his shoulder and being the first to speak, "goodnight, Bokuto-san, sleep well," he said before continuing on to his own dorm. Koutaro felt a little dejected, but Keiji had always, ever since they both started attending the same college, done this, all to make sure that, not only he, but also Koutaro, would get enough rest. Koutaro knew that, so he didn't really feel dejected for very long, just for a few seconds, right before he headed into his dorm room and got ready to go sleep.