"2:26 A.M."
Olive-grey eyes search the palely lit screen above him as he lay, form caressed by billows of blankets amidst an otherwise dark bed room. 2:26 A.M.. ... That's what it says. Despite Bokuto's comment earlier regarding sleeping well, the young setter's mind is far too stimulated to drift to slumber. Deft fingers open the messaging app on his phone, swiping down to Bokuto's name. The sparks in his stomach only grow more violent as olive-grey orbs reminisce; reprocessing past conversations. When not during school, the majority of their text messages were seemingly exchanged in the evening -or very late evening at that- touching on topics varying from volleyball to the speed at which bats fly. His senpai is a strange one, to put it simply. One line in particular brings a pale curve to the setter's lips; features illuminated starkly from the shadows of the room with his face's contortion, brought on by the warm glow of the mobile grasped in his hands amidst a dark ceiling.
When he reaches as far back as the device will allow him to go, he's returned to reality, face contorting in upset, the warm glow speckling his cheek bones -palely visible in the darkness- the only element to let on his current love-stricken self-frustration due to his obsession with the loud-mouthed captain.
Sparkling olive eyes clench tight, turning his world black but in the split second he reopens them before his mobile screen surrounds him in shadow, his eyes glance over the last line of conversation they shared, forcing him to bury warm, reddened face in pillow.
'Night, Akaashi. See you tomorrow.'