His eyes.
They caught Akaashi off guard. He couldn't help but stare into them.
They were golden.
He could feel his heart beat faster as his fingers twitched, desperate for a pencil, a pen, anything. He wanted to put those eyes on a canvas, to pro...
Akaashi rolled over in his bed and groaned. His nose was throbbing hard enough to wake him from dead sleep.
He groggily reached over and grabbed his phone from his nightstand. A sliver of hope sparked in his mind when Akaashi remembered that Bokuto asked him for his number last night, to which he happily obliged. He tried to turn his phone on to see if he received any texts, but to his dismay the battery was dead.
Akaashi rolled his eyes and begrudgingly got out of bed to plug in his phone. He got a glance in a mirror and winced.
His nose was swollen and purple. Akaashi gingerly touched it and hissed at the pain.
At least it wasn't bleeding anymore.
Akaashi watched in the mirror as his face flushed from the memory of last night, and looked away.
When he had got home, his mom was fussing over him as soon as he stepped through the door.
"Keiji! What happened? Did you get into a fight?"
"No, I got hit in the face with a football."
"Oh. And you had to come home for that? You weren't at the party for very long..."
Akaashi was then forced to appease his worrying mother by explaining to her what had happened, leaving out the part where he got harassed by a stranger. She didn't need to know every detail.
Back in the present, Akaashi groggily made his way to the kitchen. He poured himself some cereal, and then some milk, which missed the bowl completely and spilled all over the counter.
Akaashi glared into the bowl of Lucky Charms, then cleaned up his mess
Wait, was he hungover?
He thought back to the party and how much he drank.
Did I finish that third drink? Did I have a fourth drink? Why was I not paying attention?
Akaashi sighed and brushed those thoughts aside as his mind ached in confusion. He had a headache and was not in the mood to think too hard.
So he thought of Bokuto instead.
Are we like... friends now?
Akaashi thought back to their walk home together. He had to basically peel Bokuto off of his shoulder when he got to his place. Why was he so... touchy? Was that normal?
His cheeks were flushed too. I mean, so were mine, but...
He shook his head, as if trying to literally shake those thoughts from his mind.
Who cares about blushing? Not like it matters. I don't like him like that. I don't need to think about that stuff.
Akaashi grabbed his cereal and sat down. Peacefully, he shovelled it into his mouth.
Chewing thoughtfully, he let his mind wander to what he was going to do today.
Take a Tylenol for his nose, first of all, and maybe go for a walk. Or clean the house for his mother, who worked all day. Then he could draw or paint to his heart's content.
The ringing of the doorbell made him jump in his seat and choke on his food.
The fuck? Who's here? It's like eight-thirty in the goddamn morning.
Begrudgingly, Akaashi marched to the door and opened it.
He was met face to face with Bokuto, Kuroo, and Kenma, the latter of the three wearing a large frown on his face.
"I told you guys we shouldn't have come this early and just waited for him to text back." Kenma said, eyeing Akaashi.
"No kidding." Kuroo said, grinning.
Akaashi was suddenly very aware that his friends were standing outside on his doorstep at eight-thirty in the morning, while he was still donned in his pyjamas which consisted of an oversized NASA t-shirt and shorts that read "Kiss This" on the back (a gift from Yahaba). Embarrassment flooded his brain, flushed his face.
"Y-your face looks a little better!" Bokuto said, a nervous smile on his face.
"Dude. It totally looks worse." Kuroo said, smirking.
Akaashi was ready to slam the door in their faces.
"Why, may I ask, are you here." Akaashi said coldly.
"Akaashi, come on, we totally texted you!" Kuroo said, "At least dress to impress."
Bokuto muttered something that sounded like: "Well I'm impressed," but Akaashi obviously just misheard him.
Don't get your hopes up.
Akaashi brushed the thought aside with a roll of his eyes. "My phone was dead. But come in, I guess."
He moved aside to let them in, and gave Kenma a stern look as he passed him. Kenma simply shrugged and moved along.
"Wow Akaashi, did you make this?" Bokuto asked, pointing to a painting on the wall.
"Yeah."
It was one of those paintings he didn't like, one that he mistakingly showed his mother who then refused to let him throw it out and hung it up instead.
Not something he wanted anyone to see.
He was regretting letting them in by the second.
"I'm going to go get changed." Akaashi said, glaring daggers. He stomped past them to his room
Why are they here? To ruin my day? I feel like shit, I don't want this.
"I thought that he'd be a morning person." Bokuto whispered.
Kenma shook his head solemnly. "You thought very, very wrong."
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A/N: Me: "as of this update every update will be every two weeks." y'all:
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I am dying. That is all. Uni is a bitch. This will update when it updates. That is all I can say. That is all I can promise 😔. on a more positive note I am taking an English course which will theoretically help me write better/faster.
