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It’s been a suspiciously peaceful evening in the Akaashi-Bokuto apartment.
However, since the peaceful nights are few and far between, Akaashi doesn’t question it. Instead, he curls up in bed with Bokuto, head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he watches Bokuto play a game on his phone. It’s some kind of building simulator, where each floor has different businesses or apartments; Bokuto had taken great pride in meticulously recreating himself, along with Akaashi, Kuroo, Daichi, and nearly everyone he’s ever played volleyball with. Needless to say, the building is well-populated now.
Akaashi watches as the pixel person that represents Kuroo walks into the donut shop. “Do you just watch them?”
“No, sometimes you get special visitors that give you tasks, and if you do them, you get money and stuff,” Bokuto explains, tapping on a little person Akaashi doesn’t recognize as any of his friends. “See? Like this guy wants to go up to the 12th floor.” Bokuto ushers the man into the elevator and takes him to his destination. “Like that!”
“I see.”
“And you get different people depending on the season. Like look, there’s a Thanksgiving man!” Bokuto says, excitedly tapping on a new person in the lobby.
Akaashi stares at said Thanksgiving Man, blinks once, and takes a deep breath. “…A Pilgrim?”
Bokuto bursts out laughing, shoulders shaking so much Akaashi has to sit up lest his head get bounced around. “‘Kaashi!” he exclaims. “I meant a Pilgrim!”
Akaashi laughs with him. “I know, Koutarou. I just thought it was funny.”
“Oh fuck, my side hurts from laughing so hard,” Bokuto gasps through wheezes, his laughter slowly subsiding. “Do you still love me even though I forgot the word Pilgrim?”
“Yes, of course I still love you. Now, take the Pilgrim where he needs to go.”