Akaashi Keiji has always been good at keeping his workspace clean.
Though he has a plethora of notebooks filled with poetry and half crafted thoughts of the day, numerous pens with spilled ink and books of different genres, he keeps them in a tidy manner. His room, for one, has always been modest and free of mess. The desk in his room most especially had been simple, no figures or posters found and everything had a container and respective space. Even his desk in Mori Middle School had everything only Akaashi deemed necessary for school, all in a way he can access them easily with the surface being scribble free. Itâs true and as expected and natural as it can be for someone like him, Akaashi has always been the best at keeping his workspace clean.Â
Yet by the time he takes his first steps into Fukurodani High school, his desk has been, in a sense, an atrocity. Underneath, his books and notebooks shared a space with little gifts and small bento boxes filled with his favorite food. His pencil case and even locker was filled with sticky notes with messy handwriting, messages only Akaashi can understand. If one looked close enough, there were little scribbles all around the surface of his desk, of hearts and owls and short sweet quotes that had been enough to take Akaashi for a helpless romantic.
That much is true, Akaashi is helplessly in love, has given his heart to one person.Â
At this rate, Akaashiâs desk has been a shared space between him and Bokuto. Being seated right outside of the door has itâs perks as it means Bokuto can easily slip into his classroom during breaks without garnering too much attention and slipping little gifts for Akaashi. Underneath, Akaashi Keiji keeps every little one, genuine pieces of sentimentality that he often looks at when he feels down. Whenever Bokuto would come during breaks, he would sit beside Akaashi and the two would study even for a brief moment, scribbling math formulas, scientific terms and difficult English words Bokuto needs to remember. At the same time, Bokuto would scribble cute drawings on Akaashiâs desk, sweet messages and quotes he found where he would always explain, âit reminded me of you!âÂ
Even Akaashiâs room, throughout the years, has grown to be quite a mess, evidence of Bokutoâs love and presence found in every nook and cranny. Plushies laid on Akaashiâs bed, some won by his partner during their arcade dates, others from birthday and âget well soonâ gifts. His college materials have been mixed with keychains and scented candles, of odd items and figurines all from Bokuto. Every sticky note Bokuto has given is no longer kept in the confines of his pencil case but proudly displayed on Akaashiâs newly hung corkboard on his desk.Â
If his workspace in his room has been bad, then his workspace once he gets accepted as an editor is just as horrendous. There was a slight ounce of professionalism in it but even that has been overrun by the amount of souvenirs Bokuto has given him from his international competitions with at least a new bouquet of flowers in Akaashiâs vase every 2 weeks.Â
Itâs all a little stunning, especially to Udai who hasnât expected this from someone like Akaashi, so as he makes his way up to him with a small chuckle and says,Â
âYour desk is quite the mess Akaashi, you sure you donât want to clean it up a bit?âÂ
Itâs true, the younger version of Akaashi would have been suprised at this apparent change. Though having known this whirlwind has been from Bokuto who had given color to his life, who in his pursuit of giving so much to Akaashi, has started to make his place feel not like a house but home, who had given not even one, but tons of reminders that Akaashi is loved, Akaashi responds with a smile,
âAdmittedly Udai-san, I wouldnât change a single thing.âÂ
