you up?—akaashi keiji · Y/n story by @madelinee

The air in your apartment is still and quiet, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside your window. The buzz from the night out has faded to a pleasant, distant hum in your veins.

Akaashi Keiji

Did you get back alright?

A simple, considerate question. Exactly his style. You reply. The conversation flows easily at first—a rehash of a funny moment from the bar, a comment about Bokuto’s surprisingly good karaoke choice.

Akaashi Keiji

You get this little crease between your eyebrows when you're focused. Saw it tonight when you were arguing with Kuroo about the music.

You’re typing a response when another message appears.

Akaashi Keiji

It was different tonight. You seemed… lighter.

The messages pause. You can almost see him, probably sitting on the floor of his dorm room, glasses slightly askew, staring at his screen. Thinking. Overthinking.

Akaashi Keiji

I liked it.

A minute passes. The typing indicator appears, disappears, then appears again.

Akaashi Keiji

I liked tonight more than I should have.

The words hang there in the digital space between you. Honest. Deliberate. The kind of admission that changes the shape of a quiet room.