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truth is such a violent force

Summary:

Number twelve, Bokuto Koutarou, rookie, lands and pumps his fists into the air. “Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts, eyes shut and a wide grin on his face. He opens his eyes, exchanging a few high fives with his teammates before returning to his position for the next serve.

 

He’s a star like nothing Akaashi has ever seen.

Notes:

hey hey hey! welcome to part one of lovable/unlovable!!

a list of the entire fic's TW's before we begin:
emotional abuse/manipulation, past physical abuse, attempted physical abuse, mentions of death, mentions of abandonment, self-deprecating thoughts, and light injury (sprained finger), outing, homophobia, anxiety/panic attacks

that being said, i promise it's fluffier than it sounds! hope you'll enjoy !!

another note: when reading this fic, please be sure to imagine 15 year old, chubby cheeked Akaashi Keiji throughout the whole fic. thanks!

HUGE thank you to my betas Lily and Mel for their help!! Y'all are live savers <3 i seriously don't know what i would've done without your thoughtful suggestions and helpful edits!!! <333

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Chapter 1: prologue

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His shoes squeak against the shiny wood floors, planting firmly before he leaps into the sky. It’s almost as if the air moves with him; he creates a wake. Left arm forward, right arm bent back. The ball flies toward him in a perfect arc, and with a resounding smack! he sends it straight into the other team’s court, slamming against the ground without giving the opponent’s defenders even a chance at receiving it. 

Number twelve, Bokuto Koutarou, rookie, somehow lands and pumps his fists into the air. “Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts, eyes shut and a wide grin on his face. He opens his eyes, exchanging a few high fives with his teammates before returning to his position for the next serve.

He’s a star like nothing Akaashi has ever seen. 

Fukurodani. 

Well, at least Akaashi can tell his mother he’s made up his mind. 

Right?