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It had been almost a year. Almost a year since Bokuto and Akaashi started getting along, and hanging out, after meeting at a random class they had to take together at collegue.
It was a fairly normal friendship, or at least it was to Bokuto.
When they were together in their friend group, Bokuto would always oscillate towards Akaashi, slightly brushing his fingertips against his shoulders and soft hair, reaching for his hand with needy eyes looking for affection, only to suddenly desist and focus on the current conversation the friend group was having.
In their study dates, Akaashi seemed focused and serious as always, typing quickly on his keyboard, and Bokuto would sneak a peek from the top of his computer screen, only to see what was Akaashi doing.
Was he frowning?
Was he bitting his lips?
Or was Akaashi looking at him?
Bokuto would lost himself in Akaashi's figure, something enchanting him and blurring his sense of time and space, until he eventually would check the hour on his phone and become all pouty and sad, knowing that he couldn’t stay anymore and it was time to go home, or he would miss the last train.
‘I don't want to go…’ Bokuto would melt like a puddle of ice water on Akaashi's dinner table, mumbling unintelligibles words and reaching for Akaashi, hoping he would offer a side bed or even his couch, so Bokuto could stay even a little longer by his side.
‘Then don't go’ Akaashi's strong gaze would shift to watch Bokuto's tantrum, a soft edge on the corners of his mouth as he tried to not laugh at the scene.
Bokuto never said anything about his wish to stay. And Akaashi never said anything about his wish for Bokuto to pass the night with him.
It was a secret. A common secret between them, even if they thought that their feelings were one sided.
And for Bokuto, it was totaly normal.
It was a mundane friendship, even if the only person he would want to see in his free time was Akaashi. Even if he would only think about the sweet expresion Akaashi made when he spotted Bokuto in the crowd. Even if the only texts Bokuto would answer instantly were Akaashi's. Even if the only thing he would think about was hugging Akaashi and taking a small sniff at his recently washed hair.
As always, Bokuto had trouble falling asleep.
There was so much going on inside his head, and it would never turn off. A fog of random ideas and blurry memories, that suddenly seemed to clear.
I want to pass my entire life with Akaashi
He day dreamed about having a small house, sleeping in the same bed, waking up and slowly focusing on Akaashi's pretty face. Taking care of cats and plants together, having dinner together.
And it hit him.
He never thought of pass his entire life with his friends, he knew that friendship had an expiration date, and it was cool with him.
But he wanted to spend his life by Akaashi's side. The idea of being separated made him uneasy.
Bokuto felt his heart pounding on his ears, his cheeks and ears warming until he was sweating and short of breath.
He incorpored himself on the bed, taking off the heavy blankets of his body, and trying to calm his now excited heart.
He wanted to see Akaashi now, but at the same time, he didn't want to face him. How was he supposed to act normal when he suddenly became aware of his true feelings for his best friend?
He took his phone and texted Akaashi briefly something about missing him and wanting to see him, but it wasn't until he calmed down, opened his bedroom window and took a deep breath of fresh air that he could formulate a coherent phrase and type without his thumbs trembling and messing the text.
‘Are you free tomorrow morning?’
‘I'm treating you with breakfast’
After a night full of nightmares about Akaashi being mad with him and dreams where he would hug and kiss all of Akaashi's face, the answer to his messages came.
They met at 9 o'clock on a nice and cozy cafe, and after a fight about who would pay for their order [Bokuto won], they finally took a seat in front of each other, at a hidden corner of the store.
‘You know, Akaashi, we are friends…’ Bokuto vaguely started, looking straight down to his iced coffee glass.
‘What?’ Akaashi tasted his hot tea with a little sip, his sparkling blue eyes peaking from the top of the cup, his glasses starting to fog. ‘I know we are friends, fool.’
‘No, but…’
Bokuto suddenly became tiny in Akaashi's eyes, his big frame deflating until he looked like an scolded child.
Bokuto took a deep breath, holding his glass tightly, giving himself the courage to be honest with the person who knew him the best.
The stinging cold and drops of condensation trailing his fingers from the glass were kind of soothing and helped him to arrange his thoughts and just say it.
‘I like you.’
As they holded each others glance, their cheeks tainted with a wild red, a competition of who looked more like a freshly cut beetle.
‘And it's funny because I just realized yesterday, that's why I sent you so many random texts yesterday, sorry.’ Bokuto started to mumble as always, trying to shake off his embarrasment.
It took a minute for Akaashi to adjust and process the sudden confession, his heart warming as Bokuto became his usual self again.
‘I like you too, I tought that it was obvious, but I know you are way too dense.’ Akaashi reached for Bokuto's hand, who inmediatly extended his arm to finally hold him like he always wanted.
Akaashi's thumb soothed Bokuto's anxiety, the circular motions on his skin a sweet lullaby for his heart.