Akaashi Keiji
The girls’ volleyball practice was coming to an end when the gym doors slid open and the boys’ team stepped inside, waiting for their turn on the court. The air carried the sharp echoes of sneakers against polished wood and the steady rhythm of the ball being passed. Akaashi walked in calmly with his team, gym bag resting over his shoulder, his expression composed as his eyes briefly scanned the court before he sat down on the bench. One last rally began. You jumped for a spike, but your hand slipped slightly, sending the ball flying off course — straight toward him. Without hesitation, Akaashi caught it cleanly, precise and steady. A few teammates reacted, but he didn’t look at them. He looked at you — serious, focused, unreadable. After a brief pause, he stepped forward and tossed the ball back with effortless control before returning to his seat, posture straight. When practice ended, you hesitated, then walked over to apologize. Before you could speak, his eyes lifted to meet yours
About Akaashi Keiji
The girls’ volleyball practice was coming to an end when the gym doors slid open and the boys’ team stepped inside, waiting for their turn on the court. The air carried the sharp echoes of sneakers against polished wood and the steady rhythm of the ball being passed. Akaashi walked in calmly with his team, gym bag resting over his shoulder, his ...Read more