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“You have no reason to hang your heads.” Coach Yamiji addresses the team after a heart-wrenching loss in the finals. They’d come up just short of winning the spring nationals, but Bokuto’s spike was stuffed and well…the rest was history.
“I can’t believe it’s over, ‘Kaashi.” Bokuto whines as he plops down on the bench next to him. “I mean, I know it’s not over over for me, but I won’t have a chance to play with you guys anymore, and that really hurts.”
Akaashi had been fairly composed, or as composed as he could be with the steady stream of tears that had been flowing down his face since the final whistle. Though Bokuto's speech eerily feels as if he's eulogizing their time together, ready to bury their friendship in the ground forever. Akaashi completely breaks at the thought.
“Oh no, Akaashi…I’m sorry. Geez, I’m such a jerk.” Bokuto quickly composes himself to console his trembling best friend, pulling Akaashi’s sobbing face into his shoulder. “There, there.” He wraps a strong arm around Akaashi and gently rubs his bicep in an attempt to comfort him. Akaashi jolts out of his skin as Bokuto says, “You know I love you, right?”
Akaashi remains motionless with his face still buried in Bokuto’s shoulder. “You love me?” his muffled voice squeaks.
“Duh! You’re my best friend!”
Right. The ‘best friend’ kind of love. Akaashi decides it's still nice to hear as he throws his arms around Bokuto, returning his warm embrace. He lifts his buried head from Bokuto’s shoulder and faces outward. “I love you too, Bokuto-san”, he whispers to the open air.
Then Akaashi feels an unfamiliar pressure on the top of his head. He glances up to find Bokuto with his lips pursed and steady stream of pink lining his cheeks. “Oh! I…uh…” the older boy stutters.
Akaashi moves on pure instinct, pressing his lips against Bokuto’s own. The spiker’s eyes widen at the touch before finally settling into the kiss, eyes closing as he runs his fingers through Akaashi’s curls.
The two startle apart when a chorus of cheers erupt from their teammates. ‘It’s about time!’, 'Congratulations', and ‘Get a room’ among the most common.
Bokuto just laughs, lifting Akaashi’s arm high up into the air. “Looks like l’m taking home a win after all, fellas!” he shouts proudly and Akaashi smiles, tearing up once more as he realizes that their time together is far from over...in fact, it's only just beginning.