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Bokuto is sulking, for lack of a better word. It isn’t that Anahori is bad at setting. Far from it, he’s actually come a long way since he first joined the team at the start of the school year.
But he isn’t Akaashi. And while that’s not his fault it does put a damper on how much fun Bokuto can possibly have during practice.
“Bokuto, I know you’re missing Akaashi and all, but can you please focus on practice,” Konoha protests, one hand on his hip as he stares at Bokuto.
Bokuto makes a plaintive noise and pouts back at him, fidgeting awkwardly when all eyes turn to look their way.
“But Akaashi’s sets are the best,” he mumbles under his breath, causing everyone to groan.
“Listen, Bokuto-san. I get that it’s hard for you when your boyfriend isn’t here, but it’s literally only a few days,” Komi complains loudly.
Bokuto blinks, then frowns at his libero.
“Akaashi isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends,” he replies slowly and every eye in the room rolls in unison. What’s that about?
“Of course you are, Bokuto-san. Now can we get back to practice already?” Washio sighs, and the team does its best to return to their normal practice routine. Or at least, as normal as it can be when they’re missing their main setter and their Captain is all out of sorts.
Akaashi had insisted he would be fine without him for the week. It’s just a school trip, Bokuto-san. I’ll be back in a few days, Bokuto-san. No you can’t come with me, Bokuto-san.
But why not? Seems ridiculous that Bokuto can’t go on his best friend’s class trip with him.
It’s only the first day without him and already Bokuto is painfully aware of the Akaashi shaped void in his life. He wasn’t there to listen to Bokuto ramble about last night’s Black Jackals game during lunch, nor at practice, and now Bokuto has to walk home by himself.
It’s the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Ever.
And he can’t even text Akaashi while he’s away because the trip is for his science class and it involves staying in cabins in the woods up north where cell reception is shaky at best. Five whole days without him when Bokuto is used to seeing him almost every day without interruption.
Five whole days of not getting to hit the best sets in the world.
Bokuto flops face down onto his bed with a groan and pulls out his phone anyways, scrolling back through the last conversation he had with Akaashi.
It had mostly been Bokuto excitedly telling Akaashi about the volleyball game he had been watching with occasional responses from Akaashi, but he clings to each and every word as he swipes through his texts. Akaashi isn’t a very active texter, but he’s never once ignored Bokuto when he starts up a conversation.
When he initiates conversation himself it usually starts with pictures. Akaashi is always sending him pictures. Not generally of himself regrettably, but of the things he sees and does that he thinks Bokuto might like. Stray cats during his morning runs on the weekend, the food he ordered when he went out with his parents, the new t-shirt he bought at the mall.
Little glimpses into Akaashi’s life outside of school and volleyball that make Bokuto feel warm all over. He likes being part of Akaashi’s routine.
He wishes he could be part of his current routine. Third years should be allowed to go on the second year class trips.
His phone buzzes suddenly, startling him out of his funk.
It’s a text from Akaashi.
Bokuto eagerly scrolls back down to the bottom of the message and grins when he sees it’s a photo. It’s nothing fancy, just Akaashi’s notebook with what looks like various kinds of mushrooms drawn into it. There are tidily written labels beside each one identifying its name and other information, and while Bokuto has never much cared for science he makes sure to zoom in and read each and every word.
There’s a simple “I hope practice went well today, Bokuto-san.” typed beneath the photo and Bokuto feels his chest clench with excitement.
He texts Akaashi back, and for a moment he isn’t sure if it’s going to send, but eventually the Delivered notification pops up beneath the chat bubble and he relaxes.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>of course it did kaashi!!!!! not as good as it wouldve been w you there tho :((((
It’s going to be a long couple of days.
🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉
Some people just don’t understand Bokuto’s friendship with Akaashi. A majority of his classmates, and Akaashi’s for one, but even their teammates sometimes really don’t seem to get it.
It’s like none of them have ever had a best friend before or something.
“Akaashi sent me another picture!” Bokuto announces to the locker room, not missing the eye rolls his friends exchange but choosing to ignore it. He’s too excited about the new message to care anyways.
He unlocks his phone and grins, opening his chat with Akaashi and waiting impatiently for the photo to load.
It’s of an actual mushroom this time. Akaashi’s hand is in the picture too, his thumb and pointer forming an L next to the mushroom to give Bokuto perspective on just how large it truly is.
“He’s so cute,” he says out loud, still pretending he doesn’t notice the snickers from around the room. Friends can call each other cute! Besides, Akaashi is cute. Only cute people send pictures of mushrooms.
The text underneath it is a hope that Bokuto is eating well even though Akaashi isn’t there to bring him lunch.
He is, though he’s mostly just been eating food from the cafeteria this week. His Mom works a lot so she’s never really home to make meals for him, and Bokuto is a terrible cook despite all of Akaashi’s best efforts to teach him. Around halfway through his first year Akaashi had started bringing enough for both of them every day. At first he tried to make excuses, saying he accidentally made too much, or that he needed to cook things before they went bad.
After a while though he dropped the pretense and just accepted that Bokuto knew what he was doing. As if Bokuto would ever complain about getting home cooked meals made by Akaashi.
The cafeteria food isn’t bad by any means, but it just isn’t the same when it isn’t from Akaashi, because Akaashi is the best. At everything.
“Tell your boyfriend ‘hi’ from us,” Konoha snorts and Bokuto squints at him, wondering why his team is suddenly on this kick of calling Akaashi his boyfriend.
“I’ll tell him hi but he’s not my boyfriend,” he clarifies, tapping out a quick message to Akaashi for them. He takes more time with his own reply, debating what he should even say.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>so cute!!! the 🍄 is pretty cool too
Honestly, Bokuto doesn’t understand how anyone got it into their heads that he and Akaashi are dating.
🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉
Day three without Akaashi is the worst one by far. Firstly, there’s no practice, so Bokuto doesn’t even get to play volleyball at all today, which absolutely sucks. He’s late getting to the cafeteria so he misses out on grabbing his favorite cheese bread, and then to add insult to injury he trips on his way to class and falls right on his face in front of everyone. Bokuto doesn’t like being laughed at.
On a bad day like this one normally he’d ask Akaashi if he’d go to the gymnasium to practice with him for a bit, or to take a walk and get ice cream before they go home.
But Akaashi isn’t here and Bokuto is on his own.
Dejected, Bokuto meanders his way back home and up to his bedroom. He sighs when he flops down onto his bed and stares at the ceiling, waiting for it to give him some kind of answer on how he stops missing Akaashi.
It very unhelpfully has nothing to say.
His phone does however and it buzzes in his pocket with a new text notification. Pulling it out, he sees it’s another photo from Akaashi.
How does he always seem to know when Bokuto needs him the most?
Rolling onto his stomach, Bokuto flicks up his screen to unlock his phone and scrolls over to the messenger app.
It’s a poorly taken selfie this time and Bokuto is shocked that he even got one at all. Akaashi doesn’t like being in pictures normally and only on very rare occasions will he send a photo of anything above the shoulders.
Sure it may be a little out of focus but it’s still a selfie nevertheless.
Akaashi is posing in front of a mossy tree with mushrooms growing out of it and Bokuto can’t help but grin, stroking his thumb lightly over the curve of Akaashi’s cheek. His best friend has a small smile on his face and is holding up a peace sign for him.
Bokuto saves the photo and immediately sets it as his wallpaper.
Then his phone buzzes again and it’s a second selfie. Akaashi is in the same pose, but this time in front of a small patch of mushrooms.
The text beneath it simply reads “red caps”, and Bokuto remembers Akaashi telling him about these ones before. They’re his favorite kind, the ones that are most popular because they’re easily recognizable. Akaashi just likes the bright red color and thinks the white spots are cute.
Bokuto thinks Akaashi is the cute one.
So that’s what he tells him.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>sooo cut!!!!!
He also throws in a spam of emojis for good measure, lest Akaashi forget who he’s talking to. Then he realizes the typo.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>CUTE** NOT CUT
Akaashi sends him another photo, this time a close up of one of the mushrooms with a blade held against it, presumably one he had been given by his teachers for collecting samples.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>NOOOOOOO
>>NO.
>>😭😭😭💔😢
From: My Favorite Setter
>> >:)
Normally Akaashi doesn’t text him back quite this much, presumably due to the poor cell reception, but this time the chat bubble pops up with three dots indicating that he’s typing out another reply. Bokuto expects to be teased, but surprisingly Akaashi does just the opposite of that.
From: My Favorite Setter
>>two more days
Bokuto bites his lip as he considers the implications of this message.
Perhaps maybe, just maybe… Akaashi misses him as much as he misses Akaashi?
To: My Favorite Setter
>>too long i miss you :’(
Bokuto waits impatiently, watching Akaashi’s text bubble disappear and reappear several times as if Akaashi keeps deleting and retyping his message.
He’s just about to chalk it up to his phone glitching when-
From: My Favorite Setter
>>I miss you too, Bokuto-san.
Bokuto rolls onto his back and stares at the message, his stomach squirming with a confusing mix of feelings he can’t quite discern. Excitement? Nerves? But what does he have to be nervous about?
It’s Akaashi. The same Akaashi as always.
And yet he feels like he’s flying just from a few simple words. He still feels that way even hours later when he’s crawling back into bed. Bokuto pulls his phone out and reads his message another hundred times, resisting the urge to throw up or do a thousand jumping jacks.
Akaashi misses him too. The thought keeps him company as he turns off the lamp on his bedside table and closes his eyes.
It’s the best sleep Bokuto has gotten all week.
🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉
Bokuto is not a very patient man. He knows that Akaashi’s messages have been coming mostly in the evening, probably when he’s done with whatever class work is required of him on this trip. He knows this and yet that doesn’t stop him from staring at his cellphone all through lunch, waiting for it to light up with a new text message.
“Have you ever heard the expression ‘a watched pot never boils’, Bokuto?” Konoha asks, sounding unimpressed by this behavior. Bokuto twists his head to pout at him before returning to the very important task at hand.
“I’m sure he’s just busy,” Sarukui sighs, scrolling absently through his own phone while he eats his lunch. He clicks on something and then turns the device towards Bokuto to show him what’s on the screen.
“Look, he’s got classwork to do.”
Bokuto looks. And looks. He reaches out to take the phone from Sarukui and squints down at the photo displayed on it. His heart gives a wretched little flip flop.
There’s Akaashi along with several of his classmates and he’s smiling at them. Bokuto hasn’t gotten to see him smile in what feels like a hundred years (or maybe just four days) so why do they get to see him? It’s not fair.
He continues to swipe through the photos and sees more photos with Akaashi in them, taken and posted online by various classmates of his. They must be studying something to do with the local ecosystem, because there’s photos of them looking at an assortment of plants and small wildlife with their notebooks out.
Bokuto wants to be there to look at mushrooms with him too.
There’s a picture of Akaashi balancing on a log to cross a stream and one of his classmates is holding his hand, helping him stay upright most likely. Bokuto should be the one holding his hand, not this random guy.
A dark, ugly feeling settles into his stomach and he hands the phone back to Sarukui with a scowl. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry all of a sudden, but he inexplicably is. Not for the first time he wishes he had gone along.
“You okay, Bokuto? You look a little red,” Komi asks cautiously and Bokuto forces himself to take a deep breath. Getting mad won’t solve anything right now even if it does make him feel better to picture spiking a volleyball right in the face of Akaashi’s handsy classmate.
“I’m okay. I think I’m going to head to class early but I’ll see you at practice later,” he answers, standing quickly and gathering his things before fleeing from his confused teammates.
There’s a strange sort of tightness in his chest that Bokuto isn’t used to. He rubs at the ache as he makes his way down the hall and towards his classroom. He feels nauseous, but not like he’s going to be sick or anything. Just… unsettled. He doesn’t like seeing Akaashi holding hands with someone else.
As if on cue, Bokuto’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out to see a new message from Akaashi. There are a bunch of red capped mushrooms in a bed of moss and nestled in between the mushrooms is a small green frog, peering curiously up at the camera.
The caption reads: ‘You should be paying attention in class, Bokuto-san, not reading this text.’
Akaashi knows him so well.
To: My Favorite Setter
>>still lunch period so im free to read all your texts kaashi (≧◡≦)
Bokuto pauses as he considers Akaashi’s contact name. It’s been the same ever since he got Akaashi’s number at the beginning of his first year, but he suddenly has an idea for something new. Something special, just for them.
He’s just hitting the save button when the phone buzzes again with a new text from Akaashi.
From: My Akaashroom
>>I hope you ate a proper lunch.
He didn’t but Akaashi doesn’t need to know that.
To: My Akaashroom
>>you should come back soon and see for yourself
The text bubble appears and disappears again like it had last night, and then–
From: My Akaashroom
>>Just one more day, Bokuto-san. The busses will get back to the school around 7pm tomorrow.
Did Akaashi tell him that because he wants Bokuto to be there to meet him? Either way that’s absolutely exactly what he plans to do now. He wants to see him again so badly it hurts.
To: My Akaashroom
>>can i have another selfie kaashi???? :(( i miss seeing you
Bokuto sinks into his desk to wait for the photograph, ignoring the shuffle around him while his classmates all meander their way back in as the end of the lunch hour approaches. He has to wait much longer for Akaashi’s reply this time and he starts to wonder if this is Akaashi’s way of saying ‘no’ when his phone buzzes once more.
The picture is of Akaashi in what looks like a mess hall of some kind. Behind him are more tables like the one he’s sitting at, filled with other students from his class. In front of him is a half eaten plate of food and his notebook. Both of his hands are in front of him so he must have asked someone sitting with him to take the photo.
There’s a small smile on his face and a tinge of red filling his cheeks. Sunburn maybe?
From: My Akaashroom
>>Okay. But only because it’s you, Bokuto-san.
Bokuto is floating on a cloud for the rest of the day.
🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉🏐🦉
“Why are we here again?” Michiko asks with a sigh, but she follows along after Bokuto anyways as he makes his second circuit around the shopping mall.
“Because I need to find the perfect welcome home present for ‘Kaashi, that’s why!” he protests, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that might speak to him. His older sister had given him a ride to the mall because she had wanted to check out the new department store that just opened, but now she’s stuck with him while he stresses over what he should get for his best friend before he returns tonight.
“And the several things you already picked up are not enough because…?” she trails off, sounding unimpressed.
Bokuto rolls his eyes and ignores her. Sure, yeah, the bag in his hands may be full of multiple items he’s found for Akaashi, including mushroom shaped candies, a frog plush that looks identical to the one Akaashi sent him a photo of, and a red velvet cupcake with red colored icing that reminds him of the red capped mushrooms from the same picture.
But none of them are gift. The one that will really let Akaashi know how much Bokuto missed him and how happy he is to have him back again.
“I’ll know it when I see it, okay,” he complains while he continues to scan each storefront as they go by. He suddenly comes to a dead stop in front of a small store full of outerwear, walking up to the glass and pressing himself against it to stare intently at one of the scarves tied around the neck of a mannequin.
It’s made of warm looking fleece and patterned all over with dark colored fall leaves and, most importantly of all, mushrooms of various shapes, colors, and sizes.
“I see it,” he whispers reverently, quickly entering the store and searching for the scarf from the display. He finds it in the back corner along with a matching pair of gloves and a hat with a fuzzy white pom pom on top and has to resist taking a victory lap around the store.
It’s perfect.
His sister watches with mild amusement as he buys his things, one dark eyebrow delicately arched. He ignores her in favor of holding up the scarf and bites his lip when the mental image of Akaashi wearing this come wintertime fills him with excitement.
“He’s gonna be so cute,” he sighs, clutching the scarf to his chest for a moment before carefully stowing it and the hat and gloves along with the rest of Akaashi’s gifts.
Michiko huffs out a laugh and Bokuto pouts at her, not liking that he’s clearly being mocked.
“You know what’s cute? That you put so much effort into buying presents for your boyfriend,” she chuckles and that’s- what?
“Kaashi’s not my boyfriend,” he protests but it falls on deaf ears, as it usually does whenever anyone makes that joke.
Bokuto is getting kind of annoyed by it. Not because he doesn’t like the idea of Akaashi being his boyfriend but rather… he might actually be learning that he likes it a little too much.
“I need to go home so I can wrap these before I need to be at the school to meet Akaashi,” he declares and Michiko rolls her eyes fondly at his earnestness, but gets her keys out anyways.
The rest of the day seems to crawl by as Bokuto waits for night to come. He’s so nervous he can barely eat dinner even though his mother had made his favorite. Bokuto doesn’t care about that right now, or volleyball, or anything else.
He just wants to see Akaashi again.
Michiko had offered to drop him off at school later but Bokuto ends up deciding to walk. The walk quickly turns into a brisk jog as his body fills with even more restless, excited energy the closer the time gets to 7pm.
Akaashi will be home soon.
There are a couple parents milling around waiting to pick up their kids but for the most part Bokuto has the space to himself. 7pm comes and goes though, with no busses or Akaashi, and when Bokuto goes to grab his phone to text him to ask where he is he realizes that in his anxious distraction he had completely forgotten to grab it off his bed.
So he waits. And waits. Is he in the correct area? There are other people around waiting for the same class trip to return so he must be in the right place. More parents have arrived due to the growing darkness, but Bokuto knows Akaashi’s parents probably won’t. They work a lot just like his Mom and are most likely not home themselves yet.
That’s okay though because he wants Akaashi all to himself.
It’s almost 9 when the busses finally pull into the school parking lot, and Bokuto feels his heart leap right into his mouth at the sight of them. He can’t explain why he’s suddenly so nervous to see Akaashi again. They’re just friends, right? So then why does Bokuto’s stomach twist with nausea when he sees Akaashi stepping off the bus?
He watches Akaashi glance around at the assembled crowd of parents, and when his gaze falls on Bokuto standing there off to the side his eyes widen. Akaashi crosses the distance between them in a few quick strides and Bokuto can’t do more than just stand there, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Bokuto-san…” Akaashi stops only a foot away from Bokuto and stares at him, as if shocked that he’s here. “I can’t believe you actually stayed. Did you wait the entire time?”
Bokuto nods uncertainly, not really understanding the question.
“Of course I did, ‘Kaashi. I’ve missed you and I wanted to see you,” Bokuto answers, and when he can’t bear the awkwardness between them any longer he reaches out to grab the other boy and crushes him in a giant bear hug. Akaashi’s breath catches in surprise but his arms come up to return the hug regardless.
He feels so good in Bokuto’s arms, and when he presses his face into Akaashi’s hair he can smell the lingering scent of his soft, floral shampoo.
Breaking the hug is one of the hardest things that Bokuto has ever had to do. He wants to stand there and hold Akaashi forever, and there’s a small part of him that notes the way Akaashi’s fingers have curled into the back of his hoodie, and how he’s pressed his own face into Bokuto’s shoulder, that makes him think maybe Akaashi wants that too.
But he has to let him go eventually and so, regretfully, Bokuto slowly releases his death grip on his best friend, watching as Akaashi takes a step back so there’s a little space between them once more. He brightens when he remembers the bag he brought though and he grabs it from beside him and offers it to Akaashi, a beaming grin on his face.
“I got you a welcome back present! I hope you like it,” he announces, pleased when Akaashi’s face fills with color at the unexpected gift. Akaashi takes the gift bag from him and peers inside, moving the tissue paper out of the way so he can get a good look. Then his eyes go comically round and he looks back up at Bokuto, clearly taken aback by all the things that are inside.
“Bokuto-san, I was only gone for a few days,” Akaashi says weakly, pulling out the cupcake, candies, and everything else one after the other. And then he gets to the scarf set and his sharp intake of breath makes it all worth it.
“Yes and it was awful, ‘Kaashi. It sucked not having you around, I didn’t like it one bit,” Bokuto complains, taking the scarf from him and looping it around his neck. He tugs the hat onto his head and then grins, pleased that it fits him comfortably. It looks just as cute on him as he thought it would.
“Everyone kept picking on me, too! Teasing me every day about ‘missing my boyfriend’ and going overboard. What’s so wrong about me missing my best friend?”
Akaashi’s hands are full of Bokuto’s gifts so he can’t hide the way his face turns pink when Bokuto says that. He’s staring at Bokuto even as Bokuto reaches out and adjusts the scarf for him. The earthy colors compliment Akaashi’s pretty skin so nicely, he thinks.
“Would that be so bad though?” Akaashi finally asks and his voice is so soft that Bokuto can barely hear him. He cocks his head curiously to the side, not quite sure what Akaashi means.
“Would what be so bad, ‘Kaashi?”
Akaashi swallows thickly and ducks his head to press his chin down into the folds of the scarf, looking as anxious as Bokuto has ever seen him. His fingers close around the mittens and he holds them against his chest, eyes darting down to the ground before returning to look at Bokuto.
“If we were boyfriends. Would that be so bad?” he whispers, and Bokuto straightens up as he realizes what he’s trying to say.
Would it though? Everyone already thinks they’re secretly dating anyways, even his own sisters. And what would really change if they did start dating? Bokuto does everything with Akaashi, including walking home from school every single day. They go out together all the time, often just the two of them. It took this class trip and being forced apart for him to realize it, but Bokuto is lost without Akaashi. All week he has felt purposeless and adrift, desperately craving the return of the one true constant in his life, and driving everyone else around him insane over it.
If he starts dating Akaashi… then Bokuto can actually tell him he’s cute to his face more often. And hold his hand, and… and kissing. Right now he really, really wants to kiss Akaashi. And if Akaashi is his boyfriend then he gets to tell everyone that Akaashi is his boyfriend. His boyfriend, all Bokuto’s. No handsy classmates allowed, thank you very much.
Bokuto supposes he hasn’t really had Just Friends thoughts about his Just Friend in a very long time.
“Akaashi, will you be my boyfriend?” he blurts out, startling Akaashi with his sudden urgency and enthusiasm. Akaashi’s mouth drops open and despite being the one to initially suggest it he actually looks shocked that Bokuto is even asking. And then a slow, sweet smile spreads across his face that makes Bokuto’s insides squirm with delight. He’s the only one that gets to see this look on Akaashi’s face.
“I think I’d like that, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi murmurs, blinking up at him when Bokuto takes a nervous step forward. He returns the candy, cupcake, plush toy, and gloves to the gift bag, then curls his hands around Akaashi’s. Akaashi’s palms are warm and a little sticky with sweat from wearing a scarf and hat in such mild weather, but Bokuto doesn’t really mind it.
“I’d like that too. You know what else I’d like?” he asks, biting his lip as Akaashi watches him curiously. They’re so close now that Bokuto can feel the soft puffs of Akaashi’s breathing against his chin.
“What, Bokuto-san?” he responds, and Bokuto grins, gaze raking over the sight of Akaashi wearing his presents. It feels a bit like he’s staked a claim, one that everyone in this entire school better see and understand.
“I’d really like to kiss you.”
Akaashi swallows thickly, blue-green eyes darting down to look at Bokuto’s mouth before returning to stare back at him once more. He nods ever so slightly and Bokuto leans in, brushing his mouth carefully across his best friend’s- no his boyfriend’s.
Akaashi’s lips are dry and a little chapped, but they’re so warm against Bokuto’s own and he can’t believe this is really happening. He’s really kissing Akaashi, his best friend, his setter, his boyfriend.
His everything.
He keeps it chaste considering they’re still in public even though they’re the only ones who haven’t left at this point. It’s also Bokuto’s first time ever kissing someone, and he’s pretty sure it’s Akaashi’s too, so there’s no point in rushing it just yet. They have all the time in the world to learn how to kiss together.
Bokuto draws back and he’s grinning like a loon when Akaashi’s eyelids flutter open again, and Bokuto can’t imagine having a better first kiss with anyone else in the entire world than the one he just had with Akaashi.
“Oh! Akaashi! Let’s take a picture together, we don’t have any pictures together where we’re not playing volleyball,” Bokuto says excitedly, and Akaashi rolls his eyes but obliges by taking out his phone.
Later that night, after Bokuto had walked Akaashi home and held his hand the entire way, he’s lying in bed and admiring the photo Akaashi sent him. It’s his new lock and home screen, probably for the rest of time, or until they take their next picture together at any rate.
He opens Instagram and uploads the photo, pondering over what to caption it with before inspiration strikes.
bokutowl_ace
my boyfriend likes the gifts I got him!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖❤️💕💛❣️🧡🖤💙💝🧡💛💟 💜💛❤️💕💖💚💛💜💓💗💘💚💛🤍💝💞
Bokuto’s notifications explode almost instantly with people asking him if he’s telling the truth but he ignores them, instead toggling over to his chat window with Akaashi.
To: My Akaashroom
>>akaaaaashiiiiii i already miss you :’(
He can practically hear the amusement in Akaashi’s tone when he gets a reply a few moments later.
From: My Akaashroom
>>It’s only been an hour, Bokuto-san.
>>But I miss you too.
It’s the best day of Bokuto’s entire life. At least it is until tomorrow, when he gets to see his boyfriend again.
Akaashi Keiji, his boyfriend. Not just his friend.
Imagine that.