thousands of little moments with your best friend, akaashi.
fingers brushing as you hand each other books,
gazes lingering as you stand in a group,
smiles holding as you land compliments to each other.
genuine words.
unlikely circumstances.
excrutiating tension because you still can't tell how he feels.
he's so close to you, now - but still you can't tell whether he means to be.
the way his eyes flutter to your lips. the way his own part slightly - and then he looks away.
you continue to wonder;
does he love you?














