keiji akaashi. fukurodani's best setter and the powerhouse of the boy's volleyball team. you would never admit it out loud but you always found him cute, regardless of his bad pickup lines and his crooked smile.

you were a cheerleader. in fact, you were his favorite cheerleader. he always looked at you before his serves and always looked over, yearning for your approval, every time he scored a point.

it was game day and against date tech. of course, naturally, fukurōdani won. as bokuto teases him, he makes his way over to the bleachers where you stood, putting away the pom poms.

"did i do good, princess?" he asked, looking down at you, hair slightly wet from the sweat and jersey practically stuck to his body from his body heat.