Word Count: 1507
(I'm obsessed with Bokuaka lol)
A/N: Part 2 is in the works, and will be up in one or two days. Part 1 is kinda depresso, but I highly recommend reading it for info on Y/N's family situation and for the Akaashi content! However, if you want to skip ahead to the happy ending, only read part 2. (Whicb is lowkey FIRE🤪❤️) Thanks guys :)
Trigger Warning: Intense insecurity
Akaashi missed watching moonlight filter in through the blinds, the celestial body casting pools of white upon his comforter. Perhaps tomorrow he would go to bed early and have the luxury of mulling over his thoughts with the moon by his side, but his current reality was a project on polar graphs due the next morning.
Hunched over his desk with a pen clenched between his fingers, Akaashi willed himself to focus on describing the equation of a limacon; but mere moments after pressing pen to paper, his phone lit up with an incoming call.
What now? Akaashi groaned silently. He was pressed for time and running out of it. It was his fault for not starting earlier, but the volleyball team had wanted to play mafia on Zoom, and how could he refuse when Bokuto facetimed him on the spot?
It was easy for other people to prioritize their own deadlines and desires, but Akaashi just couldn't say 'no' when asked to do this or that. His complaisance wasn't a result of peer pressure, but rather an inescapable need to help others. Although Akaashi often came off as indifferent or even bored, the calculating setter couldn't bear the thought of letting those he cared about face their problems on their own; so despite having his own agenda, Akaashi took it upon himself to be there for his friends.
Always.
The phone continued to ring, sounding more and more urgent with every passing second. With a sigh, Akaashi picked up the phone without bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Akaashi, they set the date of the trial." It was only a sentence, but all the breath was knocked out of him. (l/n)'s voice, weak and feeble, sent a thousand glass fragments down his chest. When Akaashi managed to find his voice, it came out as a hoarse whisper.
"I know you're worried about acting as a witness against your father, but what that man did to your family was cruel and disgusting." Akaashi said, speaking with more and more confidence. "I know you love him, but justice demands to be served and your testimony can deliver it. (l/n), you have to face him." Akaashi finished with conviction.
"It's just hard, y'know? He made me who I am, Akaashi. He's the one who taught me how to be a good friend." (l/n)'s voice began to break, as if on thin ice. "I just... I don't know if I can go on practising what I learned-- if it means I'll-- end up like him." She choked out.
Akaashi didn't know what to do. (l/n) continued to talk, switching between being sad, frustrated, and helpless, and all Akaashi could do was listen.
When (l/n) told the 'OYA OYA?? OYA OYA!!' group chat about transferring to Itachiyama Academy, she'd given a cryptic reason for her departure. Immediately sensing her bullshit, Akaashi had messaged her separately.
He'd only wanted to let (l/n) know that he was there for her if she needed him, but the long text he'd received hours later had revealed a situation he'd never considered a possibility.
Akaashi and (l/n) had always been close, but being the only person who knew the real story behind her 'family situation' was almost too much to bear. With qualifiers on the horizon and Bokuto going into emo mode three times a week, Akaashi was already juggling school, volleyball, and his personal life like ticking time bombs.
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