Simply Akira
He hates fishing.
He hates it like he's never hated anything before.
Hates it more than anybody else has ever hated anything.
Probably—
And yet Kaede finds himself right here again, wasting away on a plank of wood, fishing rod in hand, and his senpai's very wet and very unapologetic fake snores doing quite a number on his sanity.
"All right, I get it. I looked ridiculous!" he grunts under his breath, cheeks red and eyes shifty. "I won't ever fall asleep again."
The spiky-haired bastard beside him lets out a lighthearted chuckle, skillful hands making minute adjustments to his line. "I think you looked cute, though..."
He gulps.
The silence between them is suddenly so oppressive, it's almost familiar. Each careful breath he takes is a missed beat in his flustered chest—
Because Kaede Rukawa absolutely hates fishing.
But the next time Akira invites him out again, he's already there.