"excuse me, we'll be closing in ten minutes," the librarian spoke, interrupting your study session.

"oh, okay- thank you for telling me." you said, no higher than a whisper, for you haven't spoken since two hours ago. you packed your bags, and left while rubbing your eyes.

as you treaded down the street, random thoughts began to enter your mind. it would always happen whenever you weren't doing anything major. thoughts about today's cafeteria lunch, about today's lessons, about all the tacky posters in the billboards, and

wait, what?

you very nearly tripped on your own feet, having to hold a streetlight to keep you steady. you rubbed your fatigued eyes once again, then consecutively slapping yourself. to a spectator, you may have looked like a madman, or a drunkard. or both, you wouldn't know. but that was the last thing you were currently worrying about.

oh my greek gods, is he secretly a model? part-time??

you leaned against the cold streetlight, but your cheeks were able to endure by how warm they were. and the more you thought about this angelic creature, the warmer and rosier your face would get.

and so, after eight months and precisely forty visits to the library, you had finally gathered enough courage to ask him out... actually, you didn't, but since you were quite the eagle eye baby, you noticed the tiniest things about him during those silent, insufferable eight months; anything that could be named in a romantic cliché, such as how long one's eyelashes are or habits of anxiety. and no- you don't know how long his eyelashes are, because measurement was never one of your strong suits. however, if there was anything important you had uncovered, it was his name, year, and course: akaashi keiji, a sophomore, and majoring in entrepreneurship.

"wait, what?"

oh, right: you were currently conversing with THE celestial librarian. guess who?

"... do i really have to repeat myself?"

"my bad, but, uh... please do."

akaashi sighed in mild dissatisfaction, then composed himself once more.

"i asked you... would you like to go on a date, sometime soon?" he said, almost nonchalantly- because if you truly paid attention- which you did, of course- you could hear his voice swaying from its coolness and calmness, much like the boy himself. but his eyes, oh my, a glint of immesurable trepidation!

on the other hand, you were full of intense jubilance! you would have sailed to cloud nine if he accepted your confession, but to a confession from him?!

off to heaven i go.

"oh! oh- oh, oh, oh. oh." you paused your reverie upon realization that the man of your dreams was still awaiting for your answer. "yeah. yeah, definitely. uh, here's my number, just call or text me when you want to go out, because i'll be ready when you're ready."

although he looked like he wanted to say something, he said nothing and let you messily write a set of digits on his palm, which, unexpectedly to you, wasn't very calloused and dry, for a regular volleyball player.

"i... um, i look forward to our date." you said with a smile entirely different from what he'd seen the past few months; a smile of hopeful excitement. akaashi secretly found it adorable.

ah, speaking of dates: that certain make-or-break time has come! the only time in your life so far that got you running around the dormitory senseless, aside from desperate attempts to not be late to class in the past.

two weeks after the confession experience, akaashi finally texted you, also letting you know that he was busy with a few essays. he did say he was sorry. it was all good, because you yourself were busy trying to calm yourself the entire time.

"i'll meet you at nine, is that alright? oh, right. where's your dorm?"

"of course! it's on the second floor, east building. 207."

your roommate was merciful enough to set up a sudden friends night and leave you be with your potential future husband, or so he would say. he was also the one who helped you uncover anything about the one and only akaashi keiji too.

time check: 8:57p.m.

and there were three knocks on the oak door.

after assuring yourself you look presentable, you tried to gracefully open the door and greet a graceful man.

my greek gods, he's stunning.

his usually messy, bluish-black hair was still charmingly the same despite it being combed; in fact, it gave him a relaxed, cool aura, especially when he was wearing neat black jeans and a blue t-shirt, accompanied with grey loafers, which actually surprised you.

he doesn't seem like the type of guy to wear loafers.

you let akaashi tread inside your cozy castle, gently shutting the door behind you. he slid off his shoes, neatly placing them beside what he assumed were your own shoes.

since college really took a blow to both of you emotionally, you guys were too tired to go out of campus just for one night, so you agreed to simply watch something on netflix and spend the night indoors, happily.

"did you bring the popcorn?" you chirped, already browsing through netflix for your favourite series and/or movies. there was no tv in the dormitory (you got upset at first, but then discovered that every other dormitory doesn't have any form of a television either. the dean claims it's because the students should focus more on studies–), but you had a functional laptop and that was more than enough.

"of course. i brought some of my favourite food too. you can have some, if you'd like," the boy answered, and at the mentioned of the two holy words, your ears perked up and your heart raced.

"favourite food? what's yours?" you asked while placing the laptop on your bed.

"nanohana no karashiae."

you clicked your tongue, "oh, i don't have that in the fridge, so good thing you brought that yourself. but i do have... this!"

you proudly held up a bowl of your favourite food, as if showcasing it in a museum or an auction. akaashi seemed to chuckle at your childish plays.

"not bad, for a student like you." he quipped, but glanced away– as if he was so shy about what he said. one thing's for sure, you yourself were struck with deep affection, and you placed a hand over your heart to make sure you're still alive and not dreaming.

you could only let out a breathy, soft laugh in return as you treaded back to him, a bowl of food in both your hands.

laughter, tears, and profanities decorated the atmosphere between you two as you spent the night watching anything either of you found interesting.

"RUN AWAY HOE, RUN AWAY!–"

"did he just?–"

"aw, that's so sweet, i'm crying."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, Y'ALL??!"

"good morning, love."

ah, that one, that one woke you up.

fast forward from the late night laughter, it was now seven in the morning. it may also have been the best morning of your life.

the first thing your vision was greeted with was a flawless-looking face that very much resembled the man you love.

"'love'? we're escalating quickly," you quipped, although you were smiling like a blushing idiot. probably because, at the moment, you were one.

"... anything can happen in a dream." he murmured, rather remorsefully.

his heavy words made your eyes peel themselves open in pure confusion and shock. you sat upright, that confusion never leaving your gaze and mind.

and it was then you realized what his words meant.

you had to rub your eyes again just to truly believe what you were seeing: on the sleek mahogany office desk, there were notes untidily resting on it, instead of the spotless glass desk you had with akaashi; your roommate was comfortably curled up in a thick blue blanket, although wasn't there a night out to attend?; the bedside table was, contrary to the desk, neat and its contents on top of it were neatly arranged– two phones and a lamp, but no empty popcorn bowls; and most unfortunately,

he really was the man of your dreams, hm?

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