01 | Impression, Sunrise

His eyes.

They caught Akaashi off guard. He couldn't help but stare into them.

They were golden.

He could feel his heart beat faster as his fingers twitched, desperate for a pencil, a pen, anything. He wanted to put those eyes on a canvas, to prove that they were real, not a figment of his imagination. They scared him in a way. They were piercing, almost cold.

Akaashi felt his heart twinge. At that moment he knew that gold was his new favourite colour.
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AKA an art-kid-akaashi and footballplayer-bokuto au that hits all the right spots.