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I honestly was surprised when Bokuto had asked me out, I think I was even more surprised than him when I said yes.
He had asked me in his usual bombastic and energetic manner, in front of the whole class, and had I not already had a crush on him it would have been embarrassing enough but since I did like him, it was only a little embarrassing.
Our first date had been shockingly calm…ish. He had taken me to a movie and a really nice dinner and had walked me home. He was a perfect gentleman the entire night. In fact, he was always a perfect gentleman with me. While I did think it was sweet, I was starting to get a little worried.
He hadn’t once kissed me.
I mean, a hug or an arm thrown over my shoulder and a chaste kiss on the cheek, but nothing more. It was bothering me more than I originally thought it would after a few dates. Of course, I could always make the first move, but if he was uncomfortable with that level of intimacy, I didn’t want to force him to do something he didn’t like.
I needed to talk to him. Unfortunately, he had been extremely busy with volleyball practice these past couple of weeks since nationals were just around the corner. He had done his best to make time for me, but there just hadn’t been enough time to have a serious conversation like what I wanted. Nor did I want to distract him with something that would throw him off his game.
I stared down at my phone for the umpteenth time, my fingers continuing to hover over Bokuto’s name. I took a deep breath, readying myself to call him when my phone went off.
Startled, I fumbled with the phone in an attempt to not drop it and saw that it was my boyfriend’s name on the caller id. My heart warmed immediately until I remembered my plight, then my heart dropped into my stomach.
I quickly answered once I had a firm grip back on my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey hey hey babe!” Bokuto’s voice came through, overly boisterous, causing me to wince a little and pull the phone from my ear a bit.
“Hey yourself,” I responded warmly. Even though I was nervous about talking to him, I still loved hearing from him.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, no! I was actually, um, I was about to call you and leave you a message.”
“Really?! I must be psychic!”
I laughed, he was just so…Bokuto.
“Soooo…” he started, pulling me back to the moment, “what are you doing right now?”
“Right now? Besides, talking to you? Uh, nothing, really.”
“So if I was to invite myself over for a few minutes, that would be ok?” He sounded hopeful, but I was a little confused.
“Of course! But what about practice?”
I heard him sigh over the phone. “Coach has put a hold on practice this weekend to let us take a break. Said we had to recuperate and we’d get right back to it on Monday. And Akaashi won’t practice with me because Coach specifically told me to go rest up and recharge and I immediately thought of you since we haven’t been able to hang out as much as I’d like so…can I come over for a bit?”
I blushed at his honesty, absurdly happy and flustered at the same time, as well as glad that he couldn’t see how his words truly affected me.
“I would love to see you!”
“YES! I’ll be there in a little bit! I can’t wait to see you!”
I laughed again, “I can’t wait to see you either. See you soon!”
“YEP!”
After hanging up, I clutched my phone to my chest excitedly and did a happy wiggle. I couldn't contain the smile from spreading on my face until I remembered, yet again, that I wanted to talk to him. My smile faded slowly, instead replaced with a frown. This would be a good opportunity to talk to Bokuto but I didn’t want to ruin the time we spent together.
During the time that I was worrying about talking to him, I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of someone knocking at the door. I jumped up in surprise and rushed to open it.
“Bokuto?” I saw him standing there, a huge smile on his face, still in his practice outfit.
“Hey hey hey!” He swooped inside, wrapping me up in a tight hug in the process.
I squeaked in surprise, “Wha-”
He set me down in front of the couch, laughing at my shocked expression.
“Sorry! I was pretty much here when I called you and realized that you might be busy, so I gave you a quick call before I showed up.” His grin was infectious and I found myself smiling bemusedly back at him.
My nerves settled somewhat and I made up my mind to go ahead and ask my burning question.
“Ah,” I motioned for him to sit on the couch and followed suit.
“So, whatcha wanna do?”
I bit my lip, “I was hoping that I could, uh, well, ask you something…? Or talk to you about something that’s been- no, um, something, ugh…” I trailed off.
“Hey,” he touched my hand gently and I realized that I was gripping the hem of my shorts so tight, my knuckles were white. He let his fingers linger on the back of my hand before slowly making my hand turn over so that our fingers were laced together.
“I’m listening. Talk to me. What’s got you like this?” He dipped his head to catch my gaze, meeting mine with a worried frown.
I took a deep breath, “Is there-no. Why…why haven’t you, umm, tried to kiss me?” I felt the blush burn from the tips of my ears down to my neck and immediately averted my eyes. This was way more embarrassing than I thought it would be.
After a moment I realized that he hadn’t said a word. I stole a glance out of the corner of my eye.
His expression was shocked, the same look he wore when someone was able to block his spikes.
“Bokuto?” I asked softly.
He blinked a few times and looked at me but still didn’t say anything.
I turned towards him fully, worried that I had crossed a line or done something wrong. I gripped his hand in mine.
“I’m sorry! I just sprung that on you and I’m not angry or anything! I was just wondering-” His finger to my lips silenced me immediately and brought my attention fully back to him.
“Woah, babe. I’m the one who should be sorry.” He gave me a soft smile letting his hand fall back into his lap, his other still holding my hand and drawing little circles with his thumb over my pulse.
“I didn’t know it was bothering you. And, uh, well, I have a good reason, or at least I thought it was a good reason, um…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
I held my breath, my heart in my throat waiting for him to continue.
“You see,” he turned towards me, bringing his face closer to mine so that he was gazing straight into my eyes, “If I kiss you once, it’ll only make me want a hundred more and when I do kiss you, I want to make sure that I have enough time with you to get all one hundred and then some.”
I swallowed, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. As far as reasons went, it sounded like it was a good one to me.
I finally found my voice, “That’s, ah, well, it’s as good a reason as any, I suppose.” My voice came out huskier than I intended.
“I thought it was a good one,” his face inched closer to me, “until just a minute ago.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you looked so damn cute asking me that. Made me realize that I’m an idiot for making you worry.”
His words make my heart flutter, “Really?”
“Really.” He was now close enough that our noses were almost touching. I could feel his breath ghosting across my lips. “And I would really like to make it up to you.”
“How do you plan on doing that?” I licked my lips, watching as his eyes snapped to the movement. He made a low noise in his throat, causing a shiver to run up my spine.
He focused back on my gaze,” Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
I felt his mouth press against mine gently, his lips warm and soft. I leaned closer to him, pressing my lips against his more firmly, enjoying the way they felt against my own. I felt his hand slide up my arm slowly until he was cupping the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. With a little growl, he untangled his other hand from mine and gripped my waist, suddenly pulling me closer, making me gasp in surprise. I felt his tongue slide out, licking against my bottom lip, coaxing me to open wider for him. I let out a little moan at the contact, granting him entrance. He immediately deepened the kiss, grasping me tight against him. We both groaned as our tongues danced against each other.
After a few moments, we pulled apart, breathing heavily. Bokuto started trailing small feather-light kisses along my jaw, making me hum in appreciation.
He pulled back until we were staring into each other’s eyes again.
“Better?” he asked.
I gave him a small smile, “Yeah, much better.”
He returned my smile with a wide one of his own, “Good because that was one.” He leaned closer to me, his voice lowering, “Ninety-nine more to go.”