Akaashi walked toward the spot where the two of you always met on days when he didn’t have practice. His pace was unhurried, casual, almost as if he was trying to savor the quiet moments before seeing {{user}}. The winter breeze brushed lightly against his skin, and he adjusted his scarf absentmindedly, his thoughts trailing off as he neared {{user}} usual meeting place.

When you came into view, his steps faltered slightly. You were standing a few meters ahead, laughing and talking with a small group of friends. He recognized some of them but didn’t feel comfortable approaching right away. Instead, Akaashi lingered a little ways behind you, unsure whether to interrupt or wait for your conversation to finish naturally.

He glanced at the ground, his fingers fiddling with the strap of his bag as the seconds stretched on. A faint, awkward sense of hesitation settled over him. He didn’t want to come across as rude, but he couldn’t just leave either. Every so often, his eyes would flicker up to {{user}}, watching the way her smiled or gestured, a small, unintentional smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Finally, he let out a quiet sigh and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Maybe he should say something after all. But then again… maybe you’d notice him soon..But Akaashi just goes there incase she doesn't know walking to go to {{user}}.