Chapter Text
“Oho!”
Bokuto doesn’t turn at the familiar voice, electing instead to stare morosely out of the train window. He’s been perfecting his moody demeanour since yesterday evening, after all, and he’s not about to let all his practice go to waste. Objectively, he thinks last night’s “rain-spattered bedroom window in dark night” was much more atmospheric than this morning’s “train window smeared with something unidentifiable and unpleasant” – but he’s doing his best.
“Oho?”
Still Bokuto doesn’t turn around, although it’s taking absolutely all of his concentration not to. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks Akaashi would be proud of him for exercising such focus and determination, and then somewhere else, nearer the front, reminds him he shouldn’t be thinking about how Akaashi would smile and tell him he was really cool, Bokuto-san and reward him with a few amazing tosses. He should be feeling sad.
Bokuto sighs. Since yesterday he hasn’t felt particularly sad for more than five minutes at a time, though it’s not for lack of trying. For all his brooding, though, the best he can do is simply annoyed.
“Oi!” Kuroo smacks him lightly round the back of the head, and it’s enough to draw his focus from the (blurry, really boring) cityscape outside the train window. “What’s wrong with you today?”
“I’m mourning,” Bokuto says, smoothing his carefully styled hair where Kuroo knocked it out of place. “Can’t you tell?”
“No?” Kuroo says. “Mourning what?”
“The death of my relationship,” Bokuto replies, sniffing dramatically. Kuroo’s mouth falls open.
“You got dumped!”
“I got dumped,” he confirms, morose.
“It's not surprising,” Kenma chips in, not deigning to look up from his PSP.
“Hey!” Bokuto protests. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kenma shrugs his shoulders. “Lots of girls like you because you’re in a sports club and you’re the captain of your team, plus you go to Nationals every year. They think you’re cool.”
“Oh,” Bokuto grins, pleasantly surprised. “Thanks.”
“Then they get to know you and find out you’re loud and annoying and they get fed up,” Kenma continues. “It’s disappointing for them.”
“Oh,” Bokuto says, unpleasantly surprised.
“So, how long was it this time?” Kuroo enquires delicately. “Six days?”
“Five.”
Kuroo winces. “Rough.”
***
Akaashi Keiji is the official setter and vice captain of Fukurodani’s volleyball team, which means that he and Bokuto have spent a fair amount of time together over the past year and a half. He is also really, really attractive.
It’s not just that he’s pretty – although he’s probably the prettiest person Bokuto’s ever laid eyes on, and that’s including all the girls he’s ever met – it’s that he’s intelligent too, and patient, and he’s the only person who’s able to bring Bokuto’s mood back up when he gets down and dejected after one too many missed spikes. Bokuto doesn’t even know what he does, it’s just like his whole presence makes him feel as though the world isn’t such a terrible place. Seeing Akaashi makes his day a whole lot better, even if he can’t explain it.
Maybe that’s what his (ex-)girlfriend meant when she said, “You seem more interested in your vice captain than me.”
Maybe she was right.
Another thing about Akaashi is that he has a rather peculiar approach to dating. He’s notorious among the students of Fukurodani Academy for agreeing to go out with the first person who asks – but only for one week, and once the seven days are up he terminates the relationship with a now infamous line:
“I couldn’t fall in love with you.”
Bokuto didn’t believe it when he first heard it from Konoha, back in second year. Akaashi didn’t seem the type to date a load of girls and break up with every single one after only seven days; it sounded impossible. But then he found Akaashi behind the gym one day before practice, in the middle of dumping a girl, and discovered that the whole thing was true. Even down to the line he used.
“I’m sorry,” he’d said. “I couldn’t fall in love with you.”
“It’s alright, Akaashi-kun,” the girl had replied. “I understand.”
How could she? Bokuto thought. How could any of them understand? It seemed like such a weird thing to do, and though Bokuto’s sort of accepted it he still can’t get his head round it. How can all those girls be so calm and accepting in the face of rejection? But then, that’s the most mystifying thing about it – despite his heartbreaker reputation, Akaashi remains immensely popular with the girls at Fukurodani.
It’s kind of annoying, actually. Not that Bokuto begrudges Akaashi his popularity, or anything – it just means that it’s difficult to talk to him as much outside of practice these days, and it means Akaashi wouldn’t even consider dating him – something Bokuto has found himself yearning for more and more over the past year. He was able to acknowledge that Akaashi was the prettiest person he’d ever seen the minute Akaashi wandered into the gym for tryouts with a vaguely bored expression on his face, but his attraction to him has gradually become less focused on aesthetics and fallen more into the category of romantic, and it’s sort of a problem. It isn’t so much that he doesn’t want to like Akaashi – honestly, if Akaashi is his dream date then Bokuto can pride himself on having excellent taste – it’s more that he knows he doesn’t really stand a chance. Akaashi is so pretty it sometimes hurts Bokuto just to look at him, and he’s found himself getting more and more distracted, thinking about Akaashi instead of hitting a spike or receiving a ball, thinking about Akaashi’s pale skin and lithe limbs, the way his eyes narrow ever so slightly when he’s concentrating hard; about his long fingers and dark hair, and the way he doesn’t smile so often, but when he does it can light up a whole room; about Akaashi’s lips, and what it would feel like to kiss them. And then he thinks about how several people who aren’t him have already kissed Akaashi’s lips, and how several more people will kiss Akaashi in his lifetime and none of them will be Bokuto, and he starts getting dejected.
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi murmurs, the fourth consecutive time Bokuto misses a spike, “what’s wrong?”
And of course, Bokuto can’t tell him, because even Bokuto isn’t that stupid, so instead he thanks whatever gods are out there for his weird fortune and says truthfully, “I got dumped.”
Akaashi furrows his brow. “I’m sorry to hear that, Bokuto-san.”
“Thanks.” It’s not much in the way of consolation, but it’s nice of him to pretend to care.
“How long were you dating?” Akaashi asks.
“Five days,” Bokuto admits, feeling a big stupid – although, he concedes, he is talking to Akaashi, who apparently expects to be able to fall in love after a week, so he shouldn’t really be running the risk of too much judgement. Then again, Akaashi is pretty good at judging him.
“It’s okay to feel sad, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says, as though he’s reading Bokuto’s thoughts.
“Yeah,” Bokuto responds, red-faced, because it’s taking a fair amount of energy to muster sadness and not nearly as much to conjure embarrassment.
“If you need a few days to get back into the swing of things, I’m sure everyone will understand,” Akaashi continues. “Nobody would expect you to be on top form right after a break-up.”
And that’s that, that’s enough to get Bokuto back on his feet and calling for another toss, because if no one else, he is expecting himself to be on top form – he can’t go letting his team down because of his pathetic love life. He looks over his shoulder and catches sight of Akaashi smiling almost imperceptibly, and he realises belatedly that his act was all a trick to pull Bokuto out of his dark mood. But he can’t bring himself to feel annoyed at Akaashi because for one thing, it worked, and for another – well, it’s Akaashi. Bokuto doesn’t think he could get angry at him if he tried. So he pulls himself together and lets himself be amused by his own dramatics instead of ashamed, and he doesn’t miss another spike for the entire rest of practice.
“You focused well today, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi comments as they make their way to the changing rooms. “I’m impressed.”
Bokuto beams. “I owe it all to my favourite kouhai!”
If he hadn’t turned to look in that split second, he’d have missed Akaashi’s fleeting smile. There’s a sudden glow in his chest that spreads to his arms and legs and his own smile widens into a toothy grin. Akaashi often has this effect on him, filling Bokuto with this weird warm and fuzzy sensation whenever his stoic mask cracks and he displays any hint of emotion, the subtlest sign that he’s pleased. Bokuto likes pleasing Akaashi. Bokuto probably likes pleasing Akaashi a lot more than he should, especially given that he has no chance of making him happy the way he’d really like to – not with all those girls around.
And then Bokuto remembers something.
“Hey, Akaashi.”
Akaashi looks up. “Yes, Bokuto-san?”
“I’m not the only one who’s newly single, am I?” he asks, trying his best to come off as curious rather than creepy.
Akaashi drops his gaze. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” He is, though. He knows, and Bokuto knows he knows, and Akaashi knows Bokuto knows he knows, and –
“I mean,” he says, telling his brain to shut up before he gets lost in the maze that is his own thoughts, “it’s Monday, right?”
“Correct, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi sighs, as though Bokuto is a pre-schooler learning the days of the week. “It is Monday.”
“Which means…” Bokuto prompts, waggling his eyebrows. He’s hoping Akaashi might finish his sentence for him, but he seems uncharacteristically oblivious this morning, because he isn’t saying anything. Maybe he thinks Bokuto doesn’t know, or maybe he’s been seized by a sudden bout of temporary amnesia, or maybe…
Wait. No. One look at the disdainful expression painted on Akaashi’s face tells him he knows exactly what Bokuto’s getting at. He’s just refusing to play along.
Bokuto sighs dramatically. Fine. “What it means, if I am indeed correct, and I am indeed correct –”
“Bokuto-san, please get to the point.” Akaashi is staring at him, singularly unimpressed.
“Right.” Bokuto clears his throat. “No girlfriend this morning.”
“No,” Akaashi finally admits, defeated.
Bokuto’s eyes widen – he was right after all. “Nobody’s asked you yet?”
“Not yet.”
Out of nowhere, Bokuto is gripped by a terrible, awful idea.
It is truly a terrible, honestly god awful idea, and a part of Bokuto is ashamed that he’s even managed to come up with it. It’s a part Bokuto doesn’t listen to that much, though, a part that sounds a bit like Akaashi, only even more annoyingly sensible and decidedly far less pretty. So he dismisses it, tells himself it’s not the worst idea he’s ever had (which is a blatant lie), tells himself it could be a lot of fun (which is probably debatable), tells himself it’s really been a long time coming (which is true).
“Y’know,” he says, leaning casually against the wall, “I don’t have a girlfriend either.”
Akaashi raises his eyebrows as he pulls his tie over his head. “I know, Bokuto-san,” he responds, nonplussed. “That’s what this whole conversation was about in the first place.”
“So, if I don’t have a girlfriend… and you don’t have a girlfriend…”
Akaashi’s face pales. “No.”
“We’re both technically unattached, right?”
“Bokuto-san, no –”
If Akaashi were capable of panicking, Bokuto would say he looks very close to panic right now. But Bokuto’s fairly sure Akaashi is not human, because he’s far too angelic to be human, and angels don’t panic, so he makes the executive decision to steamroller on.
“Whaddya say?” He flashes his most winning smile, though Akaashi, unfortunately, does not look particularly won over. “How about you date me this week?”
“I don't think that's such a good idea, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says weakly. Bokuto frowns.
“No fair, I know you always say yes to the person who asks first!” he points out, suddenly horribly aware that he sounds like an immensely whiny child, but unable to do anything about it. “Today, I asked you first.”
He stands there with his hands on his hips, pouting, and refuses to move until Akaashi relents.
And then a miracle occurs: Akaashi huffs an impatient sigh and mutters, “Fine. One week.”
Bokuto is over the moon.
This is the best idea he’s ever had.
***
This is a terrible, awful idea. It’s probably the worst idea Bokuto’s ever had, although Akaashi can probably come up with some good contenders if he tries hard enough (the time during Golden Week training camp that Bokuto tried to organise a team-wide keepy-uppy competition using watermelons instead of footballs springs to mind; Akaashi doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many nosebleeds at once). But this is definitely the worst.
He wants to kick himself for being so easily swayed. Bokuto’s had plenty of terrible, awful ideas in his life, and in the year and a half Akaashi’s been part of it he’s managed to put a stop to most of them. And this is by far the most terrible, most awful idea Bokuto’s ever had. It’s likely going to end very awkwardly and horribly for both of them, and Akaashi knew this immediately it was brought up. Why on earth didn’t he put his foot down and say no? It’s unfathomable.
Well, actually, that’s not strictly true – it’s entirely fathomable. He likes Bokuto – likes him – his captain, his teammate, his senpai. He likes watching him play, likes the way he spikes with his whole body, the way he hits the ball with such immense and sometimes terrifying power. He likes the intensity in Bokuto’s face, that intensity that only ever appears when he’s on the court, the way he’s almost frightening with that fire in his eyes because he’s so present, so focused, and Akaashi has to look away because he’s just too bright. He likes Bokuto’s arms, and his goofy, ever-present smile, and the way he’s relaxed and cheerful around anyone and everyone in a way Akaashi could only ever dream of being. He likes his stupid kneepads, his ridiculous hair.
He likes Bokuto so much he could cry.
It’s ridiculous really, dating other people while he’s harbouring a crush of such intense proportions. He feels a tad guilty about it, but he knows the people he goes out with are well aware of the way his dating game works – and for most of them it is just a game, he knows they see him almost like a walking dating sim. For him, though, it’s not so much a game, really, as a distraction technique, a desperate attempt to free himself of the shackles he’s got caught up in. He doesn’t know why he still does it, but somehow he hasn’t yet lost faith; some part of him truly believes that if he can find someone so enthralling, so captivating that he falls for them over the course of just seven days, he might finally be able to stop thinking about Bokuto.
He might finally be able to stop thinking about his sister’s girlfriend too.
Her name is Misaki, and she and Juri have been dating on and off for almost three years. He was thirteen the first time they were introduced, and fourteen the first time she kissed him.
The first time Misaki and Juri broke up was because of Akaashi.
He still feels guilty about it, and he doubts he’ll ever be able to forgive himself. He doubts his sister will ever fully forgive him either, despite what she says about the past being the past and how they’ve all grown as people since then, since she caught them kissing on Akaashi’s bed two years ago. Still, she hasn’t set foot in Akaashi’s room since.
He tries to blame Misaki for everything, and he is still angry at her – her carefree attitude, the way it doesn’t seem to matter to her that she tore up what once was an honest and trusting bond between siblings – but as much as he hates her now he can’t forget that he too had a hand in destroying both of their relationships with Juri; it took two to break his sister’s heart. It’s his own fault that she sometimes looks at him with coldness in her eyes, that she doesn’t talk to him as much anymore, that she can’t stand to be around him when Misaki is there. Maybe he was far too young and maybe he didn’t know any better, but it doesn’t change the fact that he fucked up irrevocably.
He lives in fear of the day Bokuto finds out, of the moment Bokuto stops trusting him and starts seeing him as somebody else, somebody who can’t control his emotions, who is selfish and uncaring and will trample on those he’s closest to if it means getting his way. He’s tried so hard to repair himself, to stop up the gaps in his empathy, to tread lightly and help others, but he’s well aware that people view you differently once they know your biggest secret. He won’t be Bokuto’s best friend anymore – he’ll be someone who deliberately hurt a person he loved by doing something Bokuto wouldn’t even consider.
And he’s about to do it again – even if it is at Bokuto’s request.
***
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You will never guess!!!!!!!!! ヾ(ﾟ∀ﾟ○)ﾂ三ヾ(●ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉ
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What????
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ σ(≧ε≦ｏ) o(〃＾▽＾〃)o
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(;¬_¬)
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just tell me???
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ I’M DATING AKAASHI!!!!!!!!!!!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(●♡∀♡) ヾ(◍’౪`◍)ﾉﾞ♡（*´▽｀*）
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh no
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m so in love
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW did this happen??????
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IKR it’s just like a fairy tale!!!!!!!!! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No I mean HOW did Akaashi LET this happen???
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rude (눈_눈)
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know it’s just seven days right???
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You sure ur okay with that?
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course!!!!!!! (●ゝ∀･)ﾉ
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As in, it’ll be OVER in SEVEN DAYS
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And don’t expect anything
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ఠ_ఠ meaning??????
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like don’t expect kissing or anything. He won’t even touch you unless it’s absolutely necessary
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAT???????? how do u know????????
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
idk I’ve heard a lot of ppl talk about it..
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And it’s true in my experience
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOUR EXPERIENCE?????????????????????
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I dated him for a week last year
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU WHAT
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
∴(O艸O★)
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you DATED AKAASHI
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW DID I NEVER HEAR ABOUT THIS
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
idk it just never came up???
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NEVER CAME UP??????
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stop yelling
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh my god calm down
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
look it never meant anything okay?????
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For crying out loud it never means anything with Akaashi because he expects to fall in love in a week ffs
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s why it’s such a bad idea for YOU to date him
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s gonna mean something this time
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What??????
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m gonna make him fall in love with me
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bokuto no
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have to break this thing off right now
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No WAY
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You’re gonna get hurt
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please just think about this for one second
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM thinking about it
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a plan
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What plan???????????
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m gonna charm Akaashi into falling in love with me Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that’s ur plan????? oh my god I can’t believe you don’t see how fucking stupid that is
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
g2g I’m meeting Akaashi for lunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o
From: Kuroo Tetsurou
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOKUTO WAIT
From: Bokuto Koutarou
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Subject: Re: Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BYE ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
Kuroo groans and slams his head against Kenma’s desk. Kenma doesn’t even look up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Bokuto’s dating Akaashi.”
“I hope you told him not to.”
Kuroo raises his head and shoots Kenma a longsuffering glance. “He doesn’t listen. Ever. I told him it was the stupidest fucking idea I’d ever heard –”
Kenma pats him absent-mindedly on the head. “There, there.”
“I thought better of Akaashi. He knows it’s going to ruin everything.” He sighs. “That’s why you don’t date your friends.”
Kenma does look up this time – actually pauses his game to regard Kuroo with curious eyes. “What about me?”
Kuroo grins, resting his chin in his hands and gazing at Kenma from across the desk. “Yeah, well. You’re special.”
Kenma returns his smile. “You too.”