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Akaashi was already in Bokuto’s large living room by the time everyone else arrives.
Konoha bursts into the living room, throwing himself onto the humongous pile of blankets as soon as he sees it. Sarukui and Haruki take their things and drops them on the couch, before joining Konoha on the blanket-made bed. Tatsuki chuckles as he closes the door behind him.
“Bokuto-san is ordering food”, Akaashi says as he points to the kitchen.
Konoha and Haruki both sprint out of the room. Tatsuki laughs as he goes to sit next to Akaashi on the couch. The setter goes and checks the inconspicuous object peaking out of Konoha’s bag. His fingers grasp it, a frown forming on his face as he shows it to the middle blocker.
Tatsuki shrugs with a chuckle. “Konoha said it’d be fun”
Akaashi’s expression stays deadpanned. “Uhuh, nothing like playing spin the bottle with a bunch of third-year high schoolers”, he says, rolling his eyes as he puts the bottle back in Konoha’s pile of belongings. Right on cue, the three others make it back to the living room.
There’s a knock on Bokuto’s door, to which Tatsuki goes and opens it, revealing Onaga, who was carrying excessive amounts of pillows.
Bokuto smiles before he deems the sleepover officially ago.
The bottle spins, the tip pointing to Sarukui as Konoha asks him ‘truth or dare’.
As it turns out, Konoha didn’t want- or rather, decided not to play spin the bottle, saying that he didn’t think it would be so ideal to play that game when Akaashi and Onaga weren’t up for it. Consent is sexy in this household okur? So they opted to play truth or dare, pretty basic and still a little risky but it was better than nothing.
“Truth”
Konoha hums, thinking for a solid three seconds before he smirks.
“Would you make out with any of us?”
The room erupts in teasing noises, with Haruki smacking the back of Sarukui’s back, the wing spiker blushing from head to toe. He scans the room before he clears his throat, silencing the room as everyone awaits his answer.
“Yes”
They were lucky that no one called the police from how loud the sounds of their screaming were and the sounds of glass breaking.
Everyone sighs as they ready their futons.
They had just finished dinner before they did another round of truth or dare. Now they were here, getting ready to go to bed in Bokuto’s ridiculously large living room. Blankets and pillows were strewn everywhere, and the air conditioning was on full blast making their little team nest more comfortable and cozy.
Akaashi and Bokuto emerge from the kitchen, both of them having finished cleaning up their leftovers and washing the spoons and forks. They switch the lights off, before Bokuto lays on the couch, quietly since everyone was already half asleep. Akaashi yawns before he goes and lays on top of his boyfriend’s body, head laying comfortable on his chest as the captain wrapped them both in blankets, with his arms gently holding Akaashi in place.
Bokuto shimmies a bit, finding a comfortable spot before his body practically melts into the couch. Akaashi nuzzles his face into Bokuto’s neck as he scoots upward, his hands lying limp beside the captain’s head.
“Good night babe”
“Good night baby”
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Collectively, everyone’s eyes flew open, registering what they just heard before they all emerge from their graves made of cotton.
Haruki turns to Konoha. “Did they just”
“They did”
“What the fuck”
“Quick someone take a picture”
“I got it”
The next morning, Bokuto and Akaashi were awoken by the sounds of their teammates’ chatter, they blinked the sleepiness away from their eyes before they chuckle quietly.
Guess we got our message across , they both thought as they hear their teammates’ conversations about the night before, unaware that the topic of their conversations was listening to everything they were saying.
They did, get their message across, after all, it was the most natural way they could reveal their relationship to everyone without being awkward about it.
Bokuto and Akaashi just fell asleep right after, both content with everything as they basked in each other's warmth.