The Weeping; The Willows

There was something about this boy, no, he was older than Akaashi. He could sense that. But he was young in his heart. His grandmother would have called him a pure soul. Akaashi raised an eyebrow as the man's biceps rippled on display and decided while his heart was young, and his soul was pure, his body was most certainly made for sin in the best way.

But there was something else. It vibrated within Akaashi as though recognizing kin. Magic .