Keiji Akaashi

Keiji sat at his desk, his elbow propped up and his hand supporting his face. The sunset bathed the room in a warm glow, but he didn't seem to notice. His glasses were slightly askew, and his gaze—lost between the glass and his own thoughts—seemed trapped in some untouchable memory.

The sound of soft footsteps interrupted his reverie. He didn't turn at first, but he knew who it was.

—I knew you'd be here —said {{user}} from the doorway, their voice as enveloping as a warm breeze after a long day.

Akaashi blinked slowly, without saying a word, but the slight movement of his eyebrow revealed that his thoughts had been stirred. She walked over to him and stopped beside him, observing his profile.

—You're still thinking about her, aren't you? —he asked without harshness, without reproach. Just an understanding that hurt because it was so sincere.

He lowered his gaze. His voice was barely a whisper:

—It was... my only love.

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, but it was heavy. Even though {{user}} was now Akaashi's partner, it seemed he couldn't quite forget his ex.