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He sat up and sighed while rubbing his tired face with his hand. A peek at the clock told him that it was already 2.40am. Bokuto couldn’t sleep again and it has already been three nights since he had any proper rest. Grunting in frustration, he stood up and decided to give up on battling his insomnia for that night.
Instead of pacing the room restlessly or playing video games like he did the past two nights (making him feel even more exhausted), the silver haired boy decided to go outside for a walk. Maybe some fresh air was what he needed to relax.
Unsure of his destination, he decided to head to the green field where he used to play every day as a child.
The field was still as peaceful as back then. It has been so many years since he came here. Now that he has dedicated his passion and time into volleyball, his days as a snotty little kid catching fireflies in these tall grasses had gradually faded into faint memories in the back of his mind.
A rustle of leaves startled Bokuto and he snapped his head around to see the back of a raven haired boy sitting down among a bed of flowers. Said boy was holding petal between his fingers.
And how oddly surreal the scene looked to him. The bright yellow flowers almost glowed in the dim moonlight as they carefully surrounded the boy, seemingly as if he brought them there solely by his presence.
The silver haired teen slowly approached with caution. While the unknown boy looked to be about his age, from the back, he may as well be a dream because this definitely feels like one. Though Bokuto honestly doubts his brain’s ability to come up with something as serene and delicate as this image in front of him.
As he neared the stranger, the raven haired boy turned to look up at him. Surprise danced briefly in his dark grey-blue eyes at the sight of unexpected company, but was quickly replaced by a calm and emotionless stare.
Bokuto froze, his golden eyes locking with grey-blue ones before it wandered slightly to the boy’s dark messy hair and back to those magnetizing dark eyes. He suddenly felt something stuck in his throat but he wasn’t sure why. For once, he was rendered speechless upon meeting a new friend.
Usually, his friendly and boisterous personality made it easy for him to break the ice with most of the new people he had met. But this time…
Golden eyes shifted to the slender fingers holding a petal as he cleared his throat.
“I see someone else couldn’t sleep as well,” his voice broke slightly as he struggled to keep eye contact with those grey blues. Also, why are his palms sweating like he’s in a final tournament?
“Yes, I couldn’t sleep. So I came here,” the boy spoke with a voice equally as elegant as the dreamlike allure that enveloped his being.
Bokuto stepped a little bit closer, still wary of breaching the dreamlike zone. “Well, what a coincidence! Not a bad place to enjoy a sleepless night, I can say.”
Dark eyes blinked at him before looking around at the beautiful scenery of nature surrounding them. He then smiled faintly in a silent agreement to Bokuto's words, curly hair ruffling in the light breeze.
Bokuto’s heart stuttered a bit upon seeing that expression and he returned with a slow, distracted smile of his own.
He really wants to get to know this mysterious boy.
Shoving his hand out for a handshake with renewed determination, he gave a wide smile, “My name’s Bokuto Kotarou, nice to meet you!”
He finally stepped into the imagined “dream” space, the boy's personal space. It doesn’t matter anymore whether this is a dream or not. Just as long as he gets to talk to him.
The raven haired boy gave a slightly bigger smile and grabbed his hand lightly to shake it, “Akaashi Keiji.”
For the rest of the night, they sat next to each other among flower beds, reminiscing about their childhood days and counting fireflies as they appeared.
Bokuto finally slept soundly that early morning, drifting to sleep with the sight of Akaashi carefully cupping a firefly inside his hands.