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On a soon to be autumn day, where the leaves and the fields filled with green, more green and the occasional pop of colour from the left over spring flowers, turned to mixes of bright oranges, reds and yellows, there was a practice.
More specifically, a boy practice at fukurodani academy. Between the walls sounded the thumps of volleyballs and boys landing from their jumps as well as yells, cheers and chants.
Among them was the soft but firm voice of a seemingly calm and collected setter, throwing out calls and instructions.
Further away from that side of the gym, were the three team managers, each given a clipboard and pen, tasked with jotting down notes and statistics for each of their assigned players.
Among the three, one shivered from the cold breeze blowing in through the open door. Open to let in a breath of fresh air and to provide cooling to the hard working players.
Situations are very different, however, when in a T-shirt, shorts and on a chair, sitting still, for who knows how long now.
You hear a voice to the left of you but you wait for the rally in front of you to end before acknowledging it. Kaori, ask if you’re cold, and you respond affirmatively.
Unfortunately for you, she says she left her team jacket at home today, rather loudly, weirdly enough. Yukie skips by and, without much sympathy in her voice, also loudly mentions how she’d gladly lend you her’s if she had remembered to take it from her locker on the way here.
Their odd behaviour doesn’t stir much of a reaction from you, as they do plenty of things like this, usually with you as their third partner in crime.
This doesn’t mean that it peeks no one’s interest at all, however, as Akashi was startled by the not so usual voices speaking up in the chaos and had managed to tune in in time and gather an idea of the situation at hand.
And so, once they were let off for a water break and he got bokuto to latch on to someone else for a small while, he approached you.
You and your still very very obviously cold figure.
This almost brings a smile to his face but with so many others around, and you turning to see him as he stepped closer, he refrained himself.
He asks about your near freezing state and at first, you brush it off. Just a particularly harsh gust of wind with you in the wrong place at the wrong time. He lets you off without much more back and forth and you’re glad for it.
The next time he inquires is right before practice ends, in the huddle the team is in, right near the gym’s exit. This time, instead of words, he opted to ask through actions.
Gently nudging your side with his, he captures your attention. While your eyes are on him, he rubs his hands on his arms and tilts his head to the side. It was his small way of asking if you were cold.
You smile up at him, grateful for his concern, and make a so-so motion with your hand. This only seems to amplify his worries, as he, more hastily this time, makes a motion.
He tugs at his jacked twice and then tugs it towards you. A moment later, you understand what he means and in turn, raise both hands and wave them back and forth, denying his offer.
He nods and turns away, but you catch him throwing glances your way every once in a while, as if hoping to catch you in your little white lie.
A small while later, he does, in fact, catch you red handed. While you are putting all the equipment away, the players are graving their things and slowly but surely, shuffle out of the gym.
This leads to more and more cold air being blown through the frequently opened door, and the boy that lags behind finally sees you shiver with his very own eyes.
You had made your way to the storage room, so he waits patiently outside at an acceptable distance, as not to startle you when you eventually leave the small area.
Once you do, your eyes lay on his, then scout the rest of the space, only to find the both of you are the only ones left.
You hear his quiet steps towards you and look his way once more, curiously, as his hands hold his jacket.
Without uttering a word, he places it on your shoulders and you’re immediately met with a wave of warmth. you can’t help but put it on the rest of the way, as a bring smile and pink dusting of blush make their way on to your face.
You thank him and vow to give it back as soon as he’s done changing and headed home. This time, he lets a smile adorn his face and same as you, pink on his cheeks. Whether from a fast beating heart or the cold, you did not know, but could only hope it was the former.
Then, again, without another word, he reaches towards you and zips up the jacket. After that, you can’t help put get redder and look away.
It only gets worse after he clarifies that he wants you to keep it, for as long as you want and as you see fit. You nod silently, not trusting your voice to come out as steady as usual. It would definitely give you away. You both trot over to the gyms exit and once outside, you turn to lock the door behind you.
During this, Akashi cant keep his eyes away. His jacket on you. My, my what a dream come true. And to make it better, it wasn’t only him who seemed to enjoy it, but you as well. He could easily tell from the way you snuggled up in it the second they got closer to the door.
And as all things do, he breaks and speaks him mind for the first time in a long time.
“You look really nice with that on”
His low but u expected voice rings out at you as you turn to look at him.
“Thank you. For the compliment and for giving it to me. I was freezing.” The giggle that falls out of your mouth as you cover it makes his heart leap.
“Anytime” and with that, he reflexively reaches out a hand, slowly places it on your lower back and gently leads you towards your next destination, the locker rooms.
So you can grab your things and go home, of course.