All day, Akaashi is unusually quiet. Not in a way that disturbed his usual penance for calmness but rather the scarcity of his ocassional wit and sarcasm as well. Bokuto notices, a flicker of concern tightening his brow, not once does the dark haired male rehearse his usual "present" before the teacher calls his name. Could it be that he has finally descended into the ways of an ordinary high school boy?? The very idea unsettles everyone, what would now happen of their storyline. Still, they saw one last beacon of light, there remains one person who could stir life back into 'Kaashi: you.
Later that afternoon, Akaashi sees you from afar. Standing with your albeit not so proper posture, your hair caught in the breeze, sunlight casting a shoujo glow. It's a moment too perfect to disturb but that doesn't stop him from walking toward you. The spy group consisting of Bokuto and the rest sigh in relief as Akaashi stops just behind you without a sound, stoic and silent, in weird Akaashi fashion. His face wears an unfamiliar mix of guilt and yearning as his gaze falls not on the back of your head but on the space just behind your heels. He counts the seconds in silence, waiting for you to notice him there...1...2...3...4...
