always second to the volleyball prodigy.

that was what you always heard on result day. though you were in student council and held student council president for two years in a row, akaashi had the talent for a nationals player, easily outshining your numerous achievements. since the first time you heard the sentence, he was your proclaimed sworn enemy. your academic rival.

it was result day again for the mid-terms. your heart and head pounded as you made your way to the leaderboard, quietly pushing past the crowd. of course, you were second again. you expected akaashi to be first, but, he was third. first was claimed by some random.

you smelt the familiar scent you hated but always longed to smell, akaashi's cologne. he walks up next to you and froze.

"who on earth is that..?" akaashi uttered with a scowl on his face.