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Bokuto woke up on the floor of a student apartment that was not his and Kuroo’s. Kuroo was there too, though, which only added to his confusion. He groaned and flipped onto his stomach, trying to figure out where he was.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” greeted a familiar girl’s voice.
“Eh?” He squinted up. “Yukippe?”
Sure enough, Yukie was smiling down at him. “Wake up. I’m making coffee, and then maybe I’ll meet my roommate finally.”
“Yeah…okay…”
As it turned out, Yukie’s roommate was Shimizu Kiyoko, from Karasuno. That at least explained why Sawamura Daichi and Sugawara Koushi were spooning on the couch (they were always such a cute couple, but in his recent loss of Akaashi, he couldn’t even appreciate it).
Kuroo dragged him back home and shoved him into the bathroom. “Take your medicine, Bo.”
Bokuto stuck his tongue out. “I wasn’t gonna forget, Kuro.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you weren’t,” Kuroo huffed. “As if you’re not one of the most forgetful people on the planet.”
“I remember important stuff,” Bokuto protested, pouting as he pulled out his medication. “You don’t have to take care of me; I’m not a baby.”
Kuroo snorted. “Right. Well, anyways, what do you want to do today? It’s basically a free day.”
Bokuto hummed, thinking through their options. “There’s not really anything interesting to do until volleyball starts.”
Kuroo nodded in agreement. “And it’s a Sunday. There’s never anything to do on Sundays. Well…” He trailed off, and Bokuto knew why.
Sunday was Kenma day.
Bokuto understood, since every day was Akaashi day. In hindsight, he really should’ve realized sooner how in love with Akaashi he was…but that was to be worried about another time.
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Akaashi woke up, a little confused when he realized he was 1) not in his room, and 2) being clung to by a tiny body. Oh, right. He’d stayed with Kenma that night. He remembered now. Still, that didn’t solve his octopus Kenma situation.
Pain in the Ass Kuroo-san
Akaashi: Kuroo-san.
Kuroo: as I live and breathe is it true that you’re texting me??
Akaashi: How does one detangle themself from Kenma while he is asleep.
Kuroo: ? u don’t
Akaashi: You are useless, Kuroo-san.
Kuroo: just whatever you do, don’t wake him
Akaashi: I wasn’t planning on it. Kenma doesn’t strike me as the type who enjoys to be woken.
Kuroo: he’s really not…which doesn’t bode well given he’s a clingy bastard in his sleep
Akaashi: You would know, wouldn’t you?
Kuroo: Well, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that Bokuto drools in his sleep.
Akaashi: Touché.
Kuroo: [sleepyowl.jpg]
Akaashi: What am I supposed to do with that?
Kuroo: idk be emotional about how cute your crush is like a normal fucking human?
Akaashi: I won’t give you the satisfaction of dignifying that with a response.
Kuroo: cmon…we’re pals…I already know you love him…and I bet I could find out if he feels the same…
Akaashi: Kenma is waking up. Goodbye, Kuroo-san.
Kuroo: boooooo
Akaashi and Kenma sat outside to eat breakfast – or, Akaashi ate, while Kenma sipped coffee.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow,” Kenma said suddenly.
“Hm?”
“I’ve spent every Sunday for the last ten years hanging out with Kuro,” he elaborated. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow?”
“I’ve spent every day for the last two years spending all my time with Bokuto-san,” Akaashi agreed. “We both need a hobby.”
“I have a hobby,” Kenma argued, waving his DS in the air.
“You need more than one hobby.”
“I play volleyball.”
Akaashi leveled him with a stern look.
“I also take naps.”
Akaashi snorted. “But what’s going to fill the hole left behind by pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san?”
Kenma shrugged. “I guess that’s what I’ll figure out.”
“I play the violin and piano, personally,” Akaashi said. “I guess I’ll probably do that more… Do you play anything?”
Kenma shook his head. “Too much energy.”
“Don’t you have a piano in your living room?”
“My mom plays.”
“Oh.” Akaashi thought for a moment. “I can play some of the songs from the Undertale soundtrack.”
Kenma’s eyes lit up. “Oh?”
Akaashi smiled. “Want me to show you?”
“Well…if you’re offering.”
Akaashi hovered his fingers over the keys before playing the few tunes he remembered by heart from the Undertale OST. He didn’t miss the way Kenma followed his movements across the keys, and he stopped.
“Do you want me to teach you how to play this?”
“No, it’s fine…” Kenma sat next to him on the piano bench. “It’s really not my thing.”
Akaashi hummed and pulled out his phone, opening a document with sheet music. “Okay.”
He returned to playing more songs from video games, and Kenma continued to listen closely.
“Are you sure?” Akaashi asked again, after five minutes of playing.
“I’m sure,” Kenma said. “But…can you…?”
Akaashi smiled. “I’ll send you the sheet music.”
Before he could grab his phone, it rang, and Bokuto’s contact photo – the one from Kuroo that morning – popped up.
“Gay,” Kenma teased.
“You’re gay,” Akaashi shot back, answering the phone. “Moshi moshi. Bokuto-san?”
“Aaaaaakashi.”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m hungover, and I’m sad, ’Kaashi.”
“You’re hungover?” Akaashi repeated.
“Yeah…I went to a party and everything was spiked! It’s okay, though, because Yukippe let me stay at her place.”
“As long as you stayed safe.”
“Course, ’Kaashi. Gotta take care of myself!”
Akaashi huffed a laugh. How could he miss him so much when it had only been a day?
“Hey, ’Kaashi?”
“Yes, Bokuto-san?”
“I already miss you so much…”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.” There was a pause, then, “I’m gonna see you like, every weekend, or else I think I’ll die.”
“You’re being dramatic, Bokuto-san. You won’t die without me.”
“You don’t know that!”
Akaashi snorted, and Kenma rolled his eyes.
“Bokuto-san, I miss you too.”
“You mean that?”
“I cried yesterday, Bokuto-san. Of course I mean it.”
“I cried too…didn’t stop crying until the party. Kuroo had his hands full.”
“Why did it take you so long?” Akaashi asked, laughing awkwardly.
“Well, unlike some emotionally constipated guys I know, I let myself cry things out when I’m really sad! You’re my best friend, ’Kaashi.”
Akaashi tried to ignore the heat rushing to his cheeks. “Oh.”
Gay, Kenma mouthed. Akaashi waved him off.
“Make sure you tell Onaga he has big shoes to fill as our new ace!”
“I will, Bokuto-san.”
“So…whatcha doing?”
“I’m with Kenma.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I should probably let you go, huh?”
Akaashi wanted to say no, but he knew that it was rude to stay on the phone any longer than he had to. “I’ll Skype you when I get home, Bokuto-san.”
“Okay! I’ll talk to you later, then, Akaashi!”
“Yeah.”
The gym was quiet, but that was to be expected. Akaashi turned to Onaga. “Are you ready for this, ace?”
Onaga attempted a smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be, captain.”
“Good. Because it’s officially time for the first volleyball practice of the year.”