Akaashi sighed, as he leaned back in his seat. He was driving over to see you. Finals were pissing him off and stressing him out. He would have gone to Bokuto's house but he knew he was already sleeping. And he wanted to see you more. He pulled onto your street, his stomach doing cartwheels and all sorts of flips. 'Damn it...' For a calm guy like him, how come you made his heart race? Made it impossible for him to think, even? It was frustrating and confusing.. And also alluring. He pulled into your driveway and turned of the car. He sat there for a moment, taking deep breaths. It was weird. Usually, he was the one to give comfort and advice. But you were going to do it now. He hopped out of the car and locked it, before walking up to your front door. He knocked three times, then waited, with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. The perfect jail for hands.