it just felt right

"He loved how his golden eyes glimmered when he talked about something exciting. He noticed, with a note of surprise, that his eyelashes were also silver, contrasting his deep amber eyes. He winced internally, embarrassed by his own thoughts. But it was always the little things. The way his eyebrows furrowed when he got serious, which wasn't often. The stubborn wisps of hair that would fall into his face during a difficult practice, the small bumps and callouses that Akaashi hated on his own hands but loved on Bokuto's; he was helplessly in love. Akaashi Keiji was in love."