Akaashi keiji. A 22 year old with fluffy black hair. beautiful glasses that match his porcelain like skin. a little taller you. he was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. your best friend. or what you guys claimed to be. friends don’t hold hands or share a bed in the same apartment. they don’t leave kisses on each others cheeks and they certainly dont get drunk together and cross the line. but that’s all he sees you as. a friend.

“good morning.” he says sweetly as you enter the living room.