Chapter Text
Bokuto liked his job as a bartender. It was a flexible job, one that suited his needs for attention while working with his preferred night hours. It was a good job and an overall awesome one.
The only problem he had was when the strange ones walked into the small pub.
It was around 1 in the morning when the strange guy walked in. The place was already relatively empty with a few people chatting or watching the sports games up on the television above the bar. Bokuto had his back to the door when he heard it open, the small ring of the wind chimes going off. He turned around to see the new customer and was instantly blindsided.
The stranger had to be one of the most beautiful people Bokuto has ever seen in his life with the biggest scowl Bokuto has ever seen in his life. The strange man was stunning, absolutely stunning with messy hair as dark as the sky outside. The velvety looking hair framed a soft, gorgeous face. Even scowling the stranger looked amazing, the way his eyes were set in such an angry way.
The stranger was staring down at his feet, muttering to himself quietly. This was when Bokuto noticed that the stranger wasn't wearing shoes either. This should probably be more unsettling than the scowl.
The stranger stomped his way over to the bar counter, still muttering to himself. He sat on the stool directly in front of Bokuto. With a hard, displeased look in his eye, he said one thing. "A chocolate volcano, please."
Bokuto blanched at the voice for two reasons. The first was because the stranger's voice was one of the most attractive voices he has heard in a really long time. It was rough and a bit deep but perfectly blended with a softness unfound anywhere else. The second reason he was freaked out was because he had no idea what the fuck was a chocolate volcano and he was afraid to tell this guy that.
"Ahhhhhh. Okay. I, uh. Lemme just get a thing from the back because it appears I have no more of that thing out here. The thing that I need for the drink." He pointed towards the back door behind him, ignoring the fierce heat blooming in his cheeks. Once the stranger nodded Bokuto rushed through the door, running into the break room. Sugawara Koushi sat on the couch, pleasantly reading a magazine.
"Suga, Suga, Suga." Bokuto jumped over the back of the couch, clinging to Sugawara's shoulders. Suga dropped the magazine in shock, letting it fall to the floor as he was shook back and forth by a stammering Bokuto.
"Bokuto, please calm down. Calm down!" He said, raising his voice slightly during the second calm down. Bokuto stopped moving, staring Suga straight in the eye with a look of desperation as he straddled Suga's legs. "What's wrong?"
"I have a very beautiful, but very intimidating customer who isn't wearing any shoes and looks extremely angry asking for a chocolate volcano. I don't know what a chocolate volcano is, Suga. And I'm afraid to ask." Bokuto had that look on his face, the one that made everyone feel sorry for him because he just looked that pathetic.
"Okay, well. Why don't you just tell him we're out of an ingredient? Then you can give him some other options to try." Suga patted Bokuto's head then pushed him off his lap. He smiled down at the shocked Bokuto, picking up his magazine. "Now go, go. This stranger won't kill you."
Bokuto didn't respond as Suga gave him another smile, a tight one that said if Bokuto bothered him anymore, there will be hell. Bokuto nodded and pushed himself off the floor, still in a daze. Why were pretty people so scary?
He reentered the main room, the stranger still sitting at the counter. He was watching one of the televisions now, eyes focused on whatever it was that was showing. Bokuto coughed slightly, regaining the raven hair's attention. "We are out of an ingredient. So I can't make you a chocolate volcano. Sorry."
The stranger stared at him silently, the awkward smile on Bokuto's face cracking from the pressure of the man's stare. The stranger narrowed his eyes slightly before saying anything again. "What ingredient are you out of?"
"Alcohol." Bokuto blurted out the first thing that came to mind, tongue tumbling to speak out the syllables. "The specific alcohol needed for the drink."
"You can replace it with any other alcohol, you know? Whatever you think will mix best." The stranger said, an eyebrow raised in question.
"Did I say a specific alcohol? I mean alcohol. We have no more alcohol." Bokuto blushed again when he couldn't fight the word vomit coming out of his mouth. He recognized that he sounded absolutely idiotic right now.
"A pub ran out of alcohol?"
"Would you believe me if I said we have very bad management?" Bokuto said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head.
"No."
"We have very bad management here." The stranger sighed, staring Bokuto pointedly in the eyes now.
"You don't know how to make a chocolate volcano, do you?" The stranger tilted his head to the side, eyes watching Bokuto fiddled this way and that. Bokuto nodded sheepishly before the stranger sighed again. "Just give me something strong that will make me forget my night."
"Right away!" Bokuto moved to grab a few bottles, getting ready to mix the perfectly alcoholic, mind numbing beverage. He started to pour the different liquids together before turning towards the stranger. "Anyways, can I ask why you don't have shoes on?"
"Ah. That." The stranger said with a light groan, a look on his face that was pained to remember why. "My roommate kicked me out before I could get my shoes. I couldn't even remember the spell that would get them back for me. Then I walked all the way to another friend's house only to find them not there. So I gave up and looked for the nearest place that served alcohol. Though I almost got mugged on the way here."
"Wow, what an asshole." Bokuto said as he slid the now alcohol filled glass towards the man. The man downed at least half of it as soon as he wrapped a thin, yet graceful hand around it.
He placed it back on the counter softly, a wistful look on his face.
"He's very eccentric. When he's not raving about defeating some coworker of his, he's ranting about hooking up with some attractive man that works at the nearby Walmart." The stranger shook his head, mind obviously frazzled.
"Hey, that sounds like a guy I know! His name is Oikawa Tooru and all he does is complain and glare at Ushijima in classes."
"You know Oikawa?" The stranger's eyes lit up, a small frown pulling at his lips.
"Yeah, he's your roommate?" The stranger nodded solemnly, his face filled with the grief that is Oikawa Tooru. "I'm so sorry buddy."
"It's life." Bokuto nodded and looked at the stranger again. He really was incredibly gorgeous. He had this feeling around him; an air of class and elegance with a tad bit of awkwardness on the side. It was a perfect mix and Bokuto couldn't help himself.
"By the way, my name is Bokuto Koutarou." He said, sticking his hand out with a smile.
"Akaashi Keiji." The stranger, Akaashi, shook his hand, a surprised look on his face. Akaashi Keiji. Bokuto really couldn't think of a more beautiful name.
"I get off in a half hour." Bokuto put some suggestion in his voice now, using that face that Kuroo says normally either got him laid or slapped. Akaashi was taken for a second, before his face settled into one as suggestive as Bokuto's.
"I've got time."