now that he’d committed, there wasn’t much point overthinking it. standing there beneath the dim apartment lights, rainwater still dripping from his clothes, akaashi waited for a familiar figure to answer the door.
akaashi should have checked the weather forecast before leaving work. it was a simple thing. something he usually remembered to do. tonight, however ——— after a long day spent staring at the manuscripts &. deadlines,
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his gaze lingered on the door. then, after another moment of hesitation, he lifted a hand &. knocked. once ➀ twice ➁ the sound echoed softly through the hallway. akaashi lowered his head &. exhaled quietly —— guilty, troubled.
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