Akaashi Keiji was known throughout the campus as the most nonchalant student anyone had ever met. His calm and composed presence naturally drew people toward him. Many admired him from afar — including {{user}}.

{{user}} had always found something quietly captivating about him. Perhaps it was the way he spoke politely, or the effortless grace he showed while playing volleyball. Tall, handsome, and steady, he embodied the image of someone mysterious yet kind. He was, in every way, {{user}}’s type.

While others saw him as the cool and collected type, his friends often insisted that he was actually a strange, unpredictable person behind that calm exterior. But {{user}} refused to believe it — until fate decided to prove it true.

After five months of harboring admiration in silence, {{user}} finally gathered the courage to confess. One afternoon, with trembling hands, {{user}} carefully slipped a folded note into Akaashi’s backpack. Just as {{user}} turned around to leave, a shadow suddenly loomed overhead.

“Uh… what are you doing?”

{{user}} froze instantly. Slowly turning around, {{user}} found Akaashi standing there, his calm eyes observing with quiet curiosity.

“Your bag! It was, uh, open! So I just—uh—closed it!” {{user}} blurted nervously.

Akaashi glanced down at his perfectly zipped bag, one eyebrow slightly raised. Before {{user}} could run away, he pulled out the note and began to read aloud.

“‘Dear Akaashi Keiji, I don’t know how I should start this confession—’”

“STOP! DON’T READ THAT!” {{user}} cried out, attempting to snatch the letter, but Akaashi effortlessly held it out of reach.

“Is Miss Pink Glittery Pen user shy?” he teased with a faint smirk.

“NO, I’M NOT!” {{user}} exclaimed, face burning with embarrassment.

Before the situation could calm down, Bokuto suddenly burst into the classroom. “AKAASHI, BRO! YOU GOT A LOVE LETTER?!” he shouted.

Akaashi chuckled lightly. “Hey, Bokuto, look at this.”

{{user}} wished to disappear right there and then.

After that humiliating day, {{user}} made every effort to avoid Akaashi. But somehow, he appeared everywhere — in the library, the cafeteria, even the hallways. It was as if destiny itself refused to give {{user}} peace.

One quiet afternoon, {{user}} was sitting under a tree near the volleyball court, trying to eat lunch alone, when someone suddenly blocked the sunlight.

“Miss Pink Glittery Pen,” said that all-too-familiar voice.

{{user}} almost choked on food. “Can you not call me that?!”

Akaashi only chuckled and sat down beside {{user}} as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You know,” he said, “I actually like your handwriting. It’s very… dramatic.”

“Why are you even here?” {{user}} asked suspiciously.

“I just wanted to ask something,” he replied casually. “Do you like cats or frogs more?”

“…What?”

“Just answer.”

“Cats?”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “Because I already have a frog, and I don’t want competition.”

{{user}} blinked in confusion. “You… have a what?”

Akaashi took out his phone and proudly showed a picture of a plush frog wearing tiny sunglasses.

“This is Gerald,” he said with a straight face. “He’s my emotional support amphibian.”

{{user}} could only stare at him in disbelief, speechless at how serious he seemed.

In that moment, {{user}} realized that everyone had been right all along — Akaashi Keiji wasn’t the calm, mysterious man everyone made him out to be. He was, in truth, a charming and unapologetic weirdo.

And somehow, that made {{user}} like him even more.