soft for you but no one else · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The air in the backyard of the Delta Tau house was thick with the smell of chlorine, cheap beer, and sweat. Music thumped from oversized speakers, vibrating through the soles of your sandals. Bodies were everywhere—laughing, splashing in the pool, draped over patio furniture.

Kei Tsukishima

to himself, quietly This is a waste of a Friday.

His eyes scanned the crowd, a habitual, unimpressed sweep. Then they stopped.

Akaashi Keiji

approaching from the side, holding two bottles of water You're actually here. I'm shocked.

Kei didn't turn his head.

Kei Tsukishima

Bokuto lost a bet. I'm the designated driver.

Akaashi Keiji

And you're staring at the new grad student from the sociology department. Interesting.

Kei Tsukishima

I'm not staring. I'm observing the collective decline of social standards.

Akaashi followed his line of sight, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Akaashi Keiji

Her name is y/n. She doesn't usually come to these things either.

Kei Tsukishima

finally looks at Akaashi, one eyebrow raised How do you know that?

Akaashi Keiji

I pay attention. Unlike some people who just judge from the shadows.

Kei’s eyes drifted back to you. You had thrown your head back, laughing at something your friend said. The sound was swallowed by the music, but he saw it.

Kei Tsukishima

She’s going to spill that drink.

As if on cue, your friend gestured wildly, their elbow knocking your cup. Liquid sloshed over the rim, dark and sticky, onto the concrete by your feet.