a/n: this is a college!au.
Yet another spiralling sphere of colour takes flight from deft fingers, followed by a hard smack of flesh meeting leather. It's been like this for the past couple of hours, the raven-haired setter's flipped locks now drooping with sweat. His spiker's hairdo still manages to defy gravity somehow, and it takes Akaashi a while to guide his vision away from the wild toupée of greys and blacks because needless to say, he's pretty worn out.
"Aw man, you tired already, Akaashi?"
"We've been at this for a while, Bokuto-san. Mostly everyone on campus has probably left."
Normally the school guards would have come around to kick the duo out by now, but university allowed a bit more freedom. Akaashi stares at his swollen red fingertips, and he can practically feel the blood ache as it pulses from wrist to tip. He swears that he's emanating waves of dense heat from his nails.
"Hm, well I guess that's okay. I'm really hungry anyways, you wanna go out fo