Akaashi's pronouns today are he/him ✨

Akaashi Keiji never struggled with naming his emotions until now.

To think back, his day even started off weird. To start with a shock, the temperature dropped unexplainably fast. Everybody started packing up early that morning, sand flying from beneath their feet as they scampered away.

But not Akaashi, he simply let the cool air tickle his skin, listening to the waves pace back on fourth sloshing onto the sand. This was the first time in a while that the beach was almost cleared of human life.

Some might think that it was peaceful. It should've been. But Akaashi found himself slowly becoming irked by the increasing silence that those horrid people abandoned him to. It wasn't their fault tho.

Was it?

No.

It was only his fault for what occurred. He knew that for a fact, but devastatingly so. He frowned at the memory, his dark eyes narrowing suddenly feeling hostile.

Akaashi sometimes got agressive. He knew he would quickly have to get his attitude in check before he had to drag himself to work. He sometimes spontaneously got like this, but he usually poured everything he would feel into words. Large, sharp, words. Otherwise if he didn't have that outlet he would go dormant.

And going dormat — dropping; would be terrible for their health. He simply shook his head at the possibility, deciding now would be best to pack his stuff up and get ready for work.

He rolled up the mat he had been resting on, shoving it into his backpack. And with that he got off the sand and headed straight for his car.

He liked his job, of course. It was a well paid one but there was a slight problem. The name of this problem was Bokuto Koutarou and his annoying beautiful persona.

But never did he think he would be in this terribly ironic situation.