( there's passing and then there's exceeding when it comes to schoolwork, and akaashi always tends to aim for the moon, finding kinks in his regime and stiffening out his talents, becoming a well-rounded student like he tries to be a well-rounded player on the court. he has to. his parents expect a lot from him, want him to be constantly improving before the thought of volleyball even crosses their minds. they're strict but it's rewarding at the end of the day, when he gets high marks at the end of the quarter and can continuing playing, doing what he loves to do.
the captain's paperwork is mostly used as an excuse to hone his abilities -- and that excuse is mostly an excuse to spend time with kuroo, although akaashi thinks hell might actually freeze over before he ever comes close to admitting it. science, right. he doesn't get bad marks in science, per say, but if his proclaimed worst subject just happens to the subject kuroo is best at, who would be any the wiser? kuroo is unarguably better at it than him, to be sure, but it would be a terrible lie to say formulas and numbers are the most interesting parts of these study sessions.
yet, it's a lie he continues to make.
often times akaashi's quiet nature can be seen as passive -- considering he takes on the extra work without qualm or argument, although the team does usually thank him and bokuto quite literally jumps for joy over it. but, the fact remains that akaashi isn't passive, really, see: his finger being sucked on, licked and bitten, and his legs acting before he has a chance to think about it, pining kuroo to the floor.
( thinking about things before he does them is akaashi's strong suit, usually. analyzing set ups for good plays, coming up with strategies for new formations. this is why he looks a little surprised down at kuroo for a second, head cocked. he hadn't meant to -- ) )
Do you regret it?
( his hand cups kuroo's cheek, bent thighs trapping him on either side. the heat makes his skin wet with perspiration -- and the room seems impossibly hotter all of a sudden, and kuroo still has ink on his lip which is the most offensively attractive thing akaashi has seen for a long time. )
If I kissed you, would you regret it? You have ink on your lip, ( speaking a little out of order, maybe. he bends and arches closer, letting his tongue lave over the ink on his kuroo's lip barely. ) I want to take it off.
PERFECT
the captain's paperwork is mostly used as an excuse to hone his abilities -- and that excuse is mostly an excuse to spend time with kuroo, although akaashi thinks hell might actually freeze over before he ever comes close to admitting it. science, right. he doesn't get bad marks in science, per say, but if his proclaimed worst subject just happens to the subject kuroo is best at, who would be any the wiser? kuroo is unarguably better at it than him, to be sure, but it would be a terrible lie to say formulas and numbers are the most interesting parts of these study sessions.
yet, it's a lie he continues to make.
often times akaashi's quiet nature can be seen as passive -- considering he takes on the extra work without qualm or argument, although the team does usually thank him and bokuto quite literally jumps for joy over it. but, the fact remains that akaashi isn't passive, really, see: his finger being sucked on, licked and bitten, and his legs acting before he has a chance to think about it, pining kuroo to the floor.
( thinking about things before he does them is akaashi's strong suit, usually. analyzing set ups for good plays, coming up with strategies for new formations. this is why he looks a little surprised down at kuroo for a second, head cocked. he hadn't meant to -- ) )
Do you regret it?
( his hand cups kuroo's cheek, bent thighs trapping him on either side. the heat makes his skin wet with perspiration -- and the room seems impossibly hotter all of a sudden, and kuroo still has ink on his lip which is the most offensively attractive thing akaashi has seen for a long time. )
If I kissed you, would you regret it? You have ink on your lip, ( speaking a little out of order, maybe. he bends and arches closer, letting his tongue lave over the ink on his kuroo's lip barely. ) I want to take it off.