Kissy face, kissy face Sent to your phone, but I'm tryna kiss your lips for real

Akaashi snorted when he saw the drunk texts you sent him. You were a college friend from the same block. Although the two of you parted ways after graduation. Akaashi was the one who requested to stay in touch with you — how could you say no? You've been harboring secret feelings for him since freshman year.

Red hearts, red hearts That's what I'm on, yeah Come give me somethin' I can feel

Akaashi glanced at the clock on his desk before scanning his office filled with paperworks. It was messy, but a meticulous mess. There's still order in Akaashi's chaos.

Don't you want me like I want you, baby? Don't you need me like I need you now? Sleep tomorrow, but tonight go crazy

He received a text from you, making him hum in amusement. How you type in small caps, never use any other symbols unless its a comma. Akaashi finds it cute, the small habits you do — even something little as your texting quirks. Usually, as an editor, he'd find it infuriating. Not with you though.

{{user}}: come here and drink with me, Keiji ♡ its been a while since ive seen you.

{{user}}: All you gotta do is just meet me at the apt.

With a small smile gracing his lips, Akaashi packed his things and clocked out. It would be a lie if he said he doesn't miss you, because he does.

Akaashi is a smart man that gets what he wants. And as of the moment, he wants you.