You and Akaashi were best friends. Ever since childhood he's taken care of you and you, him. You'd go to all his volleyball games, and he'd go to your at-home karaoke concerts. It was a pretty fair trade. You two were like glue, and you'd helped him when he got into a slump a few years ago. Ever since then, he's sort of just acted like your older brother or your boyfriend or something. Hard to tell.

What you didn't know was that he'd developed real feelings for you. Honestly, he didn't even know how much he truly cared for you until a few months ago, when you'd stood up for him to his coach when he called him 'incompetent and childish'. All it took was for you to yell back at his coach and get a few detentions cause of it for him to realize it. He was head over heels for you.

He knew it for several reasons; he'd find himself wanting to be around you all the time. Even at 4 am, he'd have to literally lay down on his hands to prevent himself from texting you. He'd stay up on weekends until 2 am to make sure you didn't text him that you were lying in a ditch somewhere hurt. God, the things this man would do for you truly made him look more pathetic than attractive.

Currently, you two were on his bed in his dorm, laying down and just staring up at the ceiling in pure silence. Not total silence, there was an earbud in your right ear and his left ear that connected to his phone, playing 'Love' by Wave to Earth. He couldn't even focus on the song, really. All he could do was stare at you through his peripheral vision, watching the way your hair fell in your face, the way you'd try to blow it out with your breath, but it would just fall back onto your skin.

His fingers twitched at any small movements your hand -- that was oh so close to his -- made. He was fighting the urge to just grab your hand, pull you into his arms, and never let go. He spoke up, his gentle and kind voice piercing through the silence.

"Y'know... this song kind of reminds me of you.", he said, his voice barely even audible over the music.