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Technically it was bad for the athletes to drink. Technically their nutritionist set this rule on multiple occasions multiple times. But hey, it was a tradition to get your co-workers to drink a pint or two on Friday evening and what Japanese person does not respect tradition?
Besides it was not like they got drunk or even did this every single Friday. The schedule of the matches was busy, the nutritionist lectures were boring etc etc. But this weekend they were finally back to Osaka after another training season and tomorrow half of the team would be leaving for their hometowns so it only felt right to celebrate in the traditional manner.
And even though the MSBY team chose a relatively quiet izakaya there were still a few people who recognized them and offered them drinks to show respect.
And so a pint or two turned into a little more than that.
“Aaah, that was such a good season! Kinda sad to stop now, I feel on top of my form.” Atsumu racked a hand through his blond hair.
“I agree! And I am so happy to stay with you for another season, guys! You rock!” Hinata was slurring words together and splashing his drink around enthusiastically.
“Wait, did you ever think of leaving?!” The look of absolute betrayal showed on Atsumu’s face as he gasped loudly.
“No! Tsumu-san, of course not!” Hinata brashly hugged his shoulders, lacking just a little bit of power to push them both off their chairs.
“Someone chugged more than they could stomach.” Sakusa muttered into his glass of water that he thoughtfully ordered after a gifted sake.
“Oh don’t be such a mood killer today!” Bokuto clanged his beer pint to Kiyoomi’s glass. “We are celebrating!”
“Bokuto-san, don’t tell me you’re supporting this…”
“Well, I am being tolerant towards it.” Bokuto laughed loudly and a few people at the bar turned around to look at them while Sakusa slouched even lower in his chair.
The izakaya was slowly getting emptier and emptier as the MSBY team was getting louder and louder but the owner didn't seem to mind as long as the beer and sake (and whatever sweet atrocity Hinata was drinking) kept flowing.
“Um, excuse me, sorry for disturbing you.” Suddenly Bokuto felt someone touching his elbow lightly.
“Not at all!” He turned to see a young lady next to their table with a sake glass in hand. “Can I help you?”
“Um, I… I just wanted to congratulate you and give you this.” The girl raised the glass slightly. “If you don’t mind.”
“Oh, thank you so much! That is so kind!” Bokuto bowed enthusiastically a few times.
“I am here with some friends but then I am going home and…” Her cheeks started to redden and Bokuto started to worry.
“Do you have someone to walk you home? It’s dangerous to go alone! Your friends should help you!”
“Um… I…” The girl was getting even redder and Bokuto was now really worried about her blood pressure.
“Are you feeling okay? Want some water?”
“No! No! I am sorry!” And with that the girl rushed away from their table as if Bokuto cursed her entire bloodline.
Bokuto turned to his team who were surprisingly and suspiciously quiet. Hinata and Atsumu were obviously holding back a laugh and even Sakusa’s eyes were glittering with something.
“What did I do wrong?” Bokuto asked, absolutely lost.
“You are hopeless, Bokuto-san.” Meian laughed while raising his beer. “Let’s drink to that!”
“Did I say something offensive?” Bokuto felt so confused and embarrassed that all of the alcohol evaporated from his system.
“Dude, she was hitting on ya.” Inunaki laughed out loud. “And you are so clueless, oh my god!”
“Come on, he is a married man. He was doing what was only right.” Meian tried to deged Bokuto’s dignity but failed to as Bokuto laughed himself.
“What?! No! That’s some movie things, people don’t do that in real life!” He pffed to show how ridiculous the idea was, what are they, some romcom idiots?
“Uhm, people do that, Bokuto-san. I do that.” Hinata raised his eyebrows.
“What?” Bokuto choked on his “hit-on” sake.
“Bokuto-san, you know that one-night stands are a thing, right?” Atsumu asked while Hinata was getting out of shock.
“B-but… She doesn’t know me! How could she possibly want me if she doesn’t know me?!”
“That’s kinda the whole point…” Inunaki chimed in. “How do you think those two would get anyone to sleep with them if they knew them.”
“Hey!” Atsumu and Hinata outraged in unison.
“Guys, leave Bokuto alone. As I said, he already found the man of his life, why would he need to know all those dirty things.” Meian tried again to calm everybody down. “Besides, my glass is empty and either someone should fill it up or I will tell Foster-san all about you all, a bunch of rule breakers.”
🌈 💜 🖤 🤍 🌈
Akaashi settled deeper into the soft couch, enjoying the sweet silence of Bokuto’s apartment. He liked the place, maybe even more than his own flat. He didn’t spend much time in it apart from the rare occasions when he actually needed to be in town for meetings or showing up at the office. Since he negotiated working remotely with his boss, he even started to consider not prolonging his rent and maybe moving in with Kotaro. But he still couldn’t wrap his head around it so he wanted to ponder the thought for a little longer before running it with his long-term boyfriend (who will probably be ecstatic just hearing about having Keiji with him 24/7). Akaashi loved him within an inch of his life but sometimes Bokuto could get overwhelming and Keiji still had work to do, even if remotely. But now, as he nestled into the soft sofa with his favorite tea (that Bokuto made sure was always at hand in his kitchen), their cat (a stray they met at the station and stupidly called Eki) purring in his lap and a book (finally just a book for his pleasure and not something work related) it seemed like heaven with just one puzzle piece missing.
“Akaashi!”
The front door slammed shut and Keiji sighed in both relief that Kotaro is back home and regret that his peaceful evening is over.
“In here!” He shouted, letting Eki jump off his lap with a soft “sorry”.
Bokuto walked into the living room and instantly sank to the floor at Akaashi’s feet, putting his head on his lap where the cat used to reside a few seconds ago. Keiji ran his fingers through the gray hair and scratched the scalp a bit earning an almost purr from the giant muscle man.
“How was the evening out?” Akaashi prepared to listen to the excited blubbering and took his book back into his hands. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in what Bokuto had to say, it’s just with time he learned how to listen to him and do something else in parallel without spacing out. It was quite a skill and Keiji was kind of proud of himself. Plus usually Bokuto paced around while talking and it made Akaashi dizzy.
But Bokuto was surprisingly quiet this time and it took him some time to answer. He raised his head and looked Akaashi in the eyes before asking:
“Do you want to have sex with other people, Akaashi?”
Akaashi felt like every neuron in his brain short circuited. He stared back into Bokuto’s eyes before licking his lips and carefully asking:
“Do you think I am cheating on you?”
“What? No!” Kotaro blinked in confusion. “Of course not!”
“Then what exactly are you asking?” Keiji furrowed his eyebrows, trying to grasp whatever worried his poor boyfriend.
“I don’t know. It’s like I never thought that people actually… want some random people they don’t actually know. But apparently it’s a thing and I just… didn’t know.”
“So are you asking if I feel like this too?” Akaashi’s face softened.
“Yes! Akaashi, please explain!”
“Um, I think I know what it’s like, yeah. I sometimes find people sexually attractive but I don’t need it. I know I have you and you are better than anyone else to me.” Akaashi tried to find the understanding in his beloved eyes. “It’s like when you walk past a bakery and there is a cupcake that looks really tasty but you know you have a whole cake with your favorite filling at home.”
“And if not for me, you would eat the cupcake you just saw in the shop?”
“Well, if I was hungry and the cupcake was of the flavor that I like and didn’t mind me eating it, then why not?”
“But you don’t know this cupcake! You don’t know where it came from and who baked it and what music he likes or what he looks like when he is happy, or…” Bokuto went into his blabbering mode so Akaashi gently stroked his chin, drawing his attention back.
“Is it different for you?”
“Yes! It’s like… I live in a world without any cupcakes but I always have one at home. All others just don’t exist.”
“Oh.” Akaashi felt his heart fluttering in his ribcage.
“Yes, I only ever think about Akaashi when I am… hungry.” With that Bokuto lifted himself up and crawled on the coach on top of Keiji, pressing his face close and almost whispering in his ear.
“And when we are apart?” Akaashi belatedly noticed how his breath quickened.
“Only you.” Hot lips touched his skin and Keiji hummed underneath his lover.
“You don’t watch porn?”
“Um, no? When I want to play with my snake, I…”
“To masturbate, Kotaro.” Akaashi automatically corrected.
“It's an embarrassing word!” Bokuto’s whole buddy shuddered and Keiji noticed the tips of his ears reddening.
“It’s the correct word.” He ran his hands up and down Kotaro’s sides under his shirt in encouragement.
“Okay. When I masturbate I always think of Akaashi as well. Or look at his pictures. I save all of them. Porn actors never look as good.”
Now it was his turn to blush. Akaashi sometimes did feel lonely without Bokuto and sometimes he missed the attention as pathetic as it sounded. His work was stressful, Bokuto was away more often than not and sometimes he felt like reminding him what was waiting for him. So nudes weren’t that rare in their message history. Now Akaashi began to slowly understand why he never got them first and why he had to initiate everything himself. All this time he thought it was Kotaro’s natural (and sometimes cutely childish) shiness but maybe there was something else.
“Bokuto-san… I mean, Kotaro, do you think you might be a demisexual?”
“A what?”
Keiji took his face into the palms of his hands and kissed him softly:
“Let’s find out together.”
He took his phone out of his pocket and opened Google. Bokuto sat up beside him, watching the screen from behind Akaashi’s shoulder. Keiji cleared his throat and started reading out the definitions and the articles, sometimes stopping when Kotaro made approving noises or started to blabber again. Then they opened YouTube and watched a few personal experience videos.
“So, do you relate to all of this?” Keiji put his phone down and looked fondly at his lover.
“Yeah! To a lot of it!” Kotaro suddenly looked very serious, contrasting with his earlier confused state. He nervously bit his lip and looked up at Akaashi. “Keiji, do you think it’s normal? To be like this?”
“Of course.” He intertwined their fingers on the yellow flock of the sofa.
“And are you okay with it? All this time I thought you feel the same way but what if it bothers you...”
“Kotaro, I am more than okay with it. I am happy about it.” Akaashi smiled and kissed Bokuto softly once more. “I love you, everything about you.”
“Akaashi!” The larger man blushed and hugged his boyfriend close.
“Especially when it makes me your one and only.” Keiji chuckled into his shoulder.
“You can be so sinister sometimes, Keiji. It’s kinda cool.”
“I know, Bokuto-san.”