𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 ➼ 𝐤.𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

(🌸) .𝟎𝟐 ━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝟏/𝟐

When Akaashi went to school that morning he was unusually chirpy. Although he tried not to make it obvious, his teammates definitely noticed the spring in his step as they walked to school. Bokuto was especially confused by the sudden change in behaviour of the usually phlegmatic setter.

"Akkaaassssshiiiiii. Tell me what happened!" the black and white-haired boy pouted as his best friend ignored him and continued walking, uncharacteristically humming as he did so. Bokuto stared at him with wide eyes then looked back at Konoha and Washio who looked just as bewildered as him.

"You think he's sick or something??"

Komi, who had been seemingly ignoring the others as he listened to music suddenly leant over to whisper in Konoha's ear. The boy's eyes widened in realization before he snapped abruptly. "You're totally right!! Holy shit. How didn't I notice it before?"

Bokuto's pout deepened as he slung his arms around the two and begged them to explain what was happening to him. Konoha chuckled and pat Bokuto's back, still refusing to tell him.

"Oh, he's sick alright. Just not in the way you think Bokuto."

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Unfortunately for Akaashi, his mood had taken a turn for the worse during the first half of school. He didn't find a letter as he'd been hoping, he got a pop quiz that he was almost 100% sure he failed and some 1st year had accidentally spilt grape juice on him.

He muttered curses under his breath as he tried to rub the spot out with water from the outside taps. He was getting increasingly more frustrated with the stubborn stain and his now nearly soaked jacket. Just as he was about to say fuck it and go without it, he felt a small tap on his shoulder.

Gunmetal blue eyes met (e/c) ones as the boy turned to face a girl he recognised only as one of his classmates. She didn't meet his eyes, instead, her own timid gaze shifted from side to side trying to avoid him. 

She reached into a small purse then brought out a tide pen which she shyly held out to him. 
"F-for your jacket. It's stained, right? This should help a little."

"Oh. Thank you....?"

"(l/n) (y/n). Umm, I'm in your class." Her eyes widened as if she had said something wrong.

"Oh God, I didn't mean that in like a passive-aggressive way I swear. I just didn't want to seem like a creep who casually watches people get juice stains then offers tide pens so I thought reminding you that you knew me would help. Not that it seems like it did since you look like you don't remember m--"

"Thank you (l/n)-san. I do remember you actually. Just didn't know your name," He smiled then leaned closer to her and gently took the pen from her fingertips. He noticed her slight shiver and nervous laughter as she immediately jumped back from him.

"N-no problem. Akaashi-kun. I'm glad I could help," she smiled cutely then spun on her heels to leave. Before she could take another step, a firm hand clasped around her arm to spin her back around. She visibly tensed as she was turned to face Akaashi again. His close proximity had her smelling his cologne. 

And sweet God did he smell heavenly.

" Sorry if I startled you. I'm just not very sure how to use this," Akaashi confessed, feeling heat creeping up his neck. He had expected her to laugh at him but instead, the (shorter/taller) girl just gave him another of her shy smiles as she reached for the pen and jacket in his hand. 

She placed the piece of clothing against the edge of the concrete sink, then popped the cap off the pen. She hadn't noticed how far she had bent down until she felt a gush of air then an immediate tug on the end of her skirt. She turned to see a close-eyed Akaashi with his head turned to the side as he pulled her skirt down. Her face turned got 4 times warmer as she realized what had happened.

Akaashi let the material slip from his fingertips as she frantically adjusted her skirt. He cleared his throat as if asking permission before he finally opened his eyes to look back at her. "I didn't see anything I swear. " 

His comment did little to reassure the flustered girl as she hurriedly shoved the now clean jacket into his hands and grabbed her bag before mumbling a quick "I'm sorry" as she ran from him. Akaashi stared at her retreating figure then down at his jacket, a small chuckle escaped from his lips. A soft blush then spread over his cheeks as he remembered what he had just seen.

"(f/c) looks good on her," he mumbled absentmindedly, pulling on the now stain free jacket.

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