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It’s another extremely normal Wednesday in Bokuto’s bedroom; Akaashi lying on the bed while Bokuto lounges in the floor with his back propped against the edge of the mattress and a textbook sprawled across his lap.
“Ughhh!” Bokuto groans. “Who decided to add letters to math? There’s literally an infinite amount of numbers! Just use one of those!”
Akaashi sets his phone on his chest, turning to find broad shoulders peaking out from above the bed. He resists the urge to reach out and run his fingers through those black-and-gray spikes since, while two of them are close, he’s pretty sure best friends don’t do that. “Do you need assistance, Bokuto-san?”
Bokuto tilts his head back and rests the top of his crown on the mattress, locking eyes with the other boy. “Nah, I think I’m gonna take a break.” He closes the workbook and grabs his phone.
A few minutes of silent scrolling pass before Bokuto lets out a tiny yelp. “Akaashi!” he exclaims. “You gotta see this!” Akaashi sits up, trying to see whatever it is that has Bokuto in a tizzy. But the owl-like man’s body keeps bobbing, making it really difficult for Akaashi to catch a glimpse. He decides to shift his position, sitting on the floor next to Bokuto.
Bokuto points the phone at Akaashi’s face, albeit a little too close. He grabs the device out of Bokutos’s hands and adjusts his reading glasses. On the screen is an instagram profile; Hinata Shoyo’s to be exact. The photo that elicited the reaction is quite surprising indeed, with the orange-haired boy’s lips pressing against his frowning teammate’s cheek.
All Akaashi can manage to say is “wow”. The idea itself isn’t all that surprising, but he didn’t figure Kageyama to be one for blatant public displays.
“I know, right?” Bokuto balks. “The poor sap’s been distracted by his setter.”
Akaashi isn’t sure what possesses him to ask the next question; maybe it was Bokuto’s phrasing? Either way, he asks “Do you ever get distracted—by me?” while fluttering his narrow emerald eyes.
Bokuto’s already wide eyes grow even larger. “All the time,” he whispers while maintaining the most intense eye contact that Akaashi has ever experienced. It becomes too much for him to handle as he looks away, heat blazing across his cheeks.
Bokuto reaches out to Akaashi’s soft jaw, tilting his chin towards him. “What about me? Am I distracting?” he asks with a hope-filled expression.
Akaashi places his hand over the one on his cheek, nuzzling into it before pressing his lips into the palm. “You are my center. Everything else is the distraction.”
Bokuto leans forward until their foreheads touch. “Keiji, can I 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 kiss you?” he asks timidly.
Akaashi nods with enthusiasm, breath hitching when their lips just barely brush. Nerves fill the air, but Bokuto finally closes the gap and Akaashi relaxes into the silky pillows between his lips. A moment passes, and Akaashi slowly pulls away, glancing at every inch of Bokuto’s face as he processes what just happened. “That was—”
“—perfect.” Bokuto finishes.
Yep. Just another ‘extremely normal’ Wednesday.