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Five times Akaashi stared at Bokuto, and one time it was the other way around.
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To Akaashi, volleyball was not much more than a hobby. He did what was expected of him: arrive on time, work decently hard, and leave as soon as practice was over. But, as he watched number twelve celebrate his point with his team, Akaashi could see that changing. Number twelve's enthusiasm, his determination, his light, was contagious. He could see it in the way it affected Fukurodani, boosting their own moods, encouraging them to work harder, and he could feel it affecting himself.
There was just something about number twelve that sparked a fire in Akaashi, a passion that he'd never felt before.
Distantly, Akaashi realized he was staring. He couldn't bring himself to pull his gaze away.
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24 Oct 2025
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Akaashi tends not to connect with other people often. He can be friends, he can laugh, he can joke. But real moments of raw human connection are few and far between. But it’s different, with Bokuto. It feels as though they just come together naturally. Like two notes in a chorus, or like orange comes next to red on the rainbow. It’s just how it goes, how it always has gone, how it always will go.
(In which Akaashi Keiji is a sad uni student with a shit job, but maybe it'll be okay if Bokuto just keeps smiling at him.)