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"Great job, everyone!" Bokuto shouted and waved his hands above his head as he exited the court. From where that much energy came from was still a mystery, one beyond Akaashi's comprehension. At least he had someone else to help him try to burn that seemingly endless battery. "Keep it up!"
"Bokuto-san, we need to go," Akaashi sighed, his arms crossed as he stopped a few steps ahead of Bokuto. "We will be late if we don't leave now."
"Right, right," Bokuto nodded, but his mind was still set on something else.
Leaving the court with Bokuto was never a clear, simple process. Not when he and Akaashi knew most of the people that they were playing against or training with. Bokuto always took his sweet time bidding farewell or doing some silly small talk here and there. Akaashi felt drained, both physical and mentally.
"Bokuto-san," he insisted, his tone firmer this time, and frowned at his teammate.
"Coming!" Bokuto gasped as he was just about to get distracted again. With one last awkward bow to his friend, Bokuto caught up with Akaashi's pace and stood by his side. "That was fun, wasn't it?" He added, a short giggle under his breath. "I hope we can meet everyone again before the end of the year."
Akaashi peeked at him through the corner of his eyes, his brow archer. "You're acting like a kid. We just finished the match, how are you already thinking of the next one?"
"And they are getting better too," Bokuto continued, his fist clenched in front of his face with enthusiasm, "we will need to step up if we don't want to be left behind!"
"…Are you even listening to me?" Akaashi shook his head. He could guess the answer to that question, way too familiar with the whole thing.
Bokuto was dazed, mesmerized, too hyped up after a 'good game' to pay any mind to something else. Typical.
"We still need to get back to the dorms tonight, so hurry up," Akaashi said and took a step back to push Bokuto into the lockers, all to make sure he wouldn't be lured back into the court by accident.
All in all, Akaashi thought, it was easier to deal with Bokuto when he was in a good mood like this than when he was in a bad one. Despite how draining the game was, they still managed to win and, most importantly, give Bokuto some room to score a few points himself.
As he walked inside, the ace looked around and checked the nearby hallways. Akaashi watched the motion and closed the door behind him, not even trying to figure out what he was after this time. "Did you forget where we left our bags, Bokuto-san?"
"Of course not," Bokuto mused and turned to Akaashi with a cheeky grin on his lips, "it's just that there is no one else here. They went ahead without us!"
"I told them to," Akaashi nodded and walked towards their locker, "you didn't look like you were going to leave after just one game. I said I'd wait for you and that they could go back early if they wanted."
"Did I take that long? We were just playing around!"
Akaashi couldn't help himself but let out a small chuckle. He looked at Bokuto next to him and the difference between them felt like never before. He was tired, his muscles were aching and even thinking felt like a hard task after a whole evening of planning plays, one after the other.
Meanwhile, if it wasn't for his damp uniform, no one would be able to guess if Bokuto spent the day running and jumping around or simply leisuring at the nearby park. Truly the Fukurodani Academy's ace.
"Most people get tired after 'playing around' like that…" Akaashi said gently as he pulled the training bib over his head, "or after trying to keep up with you, Bokuto-san," he added.
"Eh?" Bokuto scoffed and mimicked Akaashi's motion, but pulled his shirt along with the vest over it. "But you don't look tired, 'Kaashi," he teased and sat back on the nearby bench to watch Akaashi take off his clothes. "You're even taking care of me right now."
"That's what makes it exhausting, Bokuto-san," Akaashi teased and looked over his shoulder to meet Bokuto's gaze.
Silence quickly settled in, but there was no need for words. That still-crude, but warm feeling that they shared spoke in their place and both Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves smiling to each other. Right now, they could, but Akaashi was too responsible to even think of risking it. He shook his head, chuckling quietly at Bokuto's frustrated reaction when he turned his face away.
"B-But, 'Kaashi—"
"No, Bokuto-san," Akaashi hummed and started to pull up his shirt. "We're going to be late if we take any longer."
"You're no fun sometimes," Bokuto groaned and pushed himself up, ready to oblige to Akaashi's orders, but his eyes refused to move from Akaashi's frame. "You need to worry less, they are too busy out there to mind us here anyway."
"Mhm, but it's still a 'no', Bokuto-saHA— h-hey!"
Akaashi widened his eyes, both because of the sudden touch against his side and the volume of his own voice. He took a step away from Bokuto and stared at the offending hand, frozen on spot, with Bokuto's finger still extended out. "Bokuto-san, you— sigh, don't do that—"
"Don't do what?" He insisted and threatened to move his hand again towards Akaashi. The playful, energetic smile had faded into an eerie, almost serious expression and Akaashi didn't like the look of that, not one bit. "If my boyfriend doesn't want to give me a kiss, why do I need to listen to him?"
"B-because it will cause a scen— wahait!" Akaashi pressed his back against the locker's door, desperately trying to free his arms that were still stuck in the shirt above his head. He realized a little too late how he got himself tangled in his own clothes and Bokuto wasn't the kind to let this type of opportunity pass unbothered, much to Akaashi's demise. "I-I'm serious!"
"So am I," Bokuto grinned at Akaashi's nervous smile, "I can help you with that if you give me what I want."
"D-don't start acting like a spoiled kid," Akaashi retorted, looking down at Bokuto's hand and then back up at his face. "You know we cahahan't— ahHAh, n-no! Bohokuto-sahahan!"
"C'mon, 'Kaashi'," Bokuto purred as he latched both his hands on Akaashi's waist. He rubbed circles with his fingers, drawing out that rare, melody laughter out of his poor, ticklish boyfriend. "Just pout your lips like this ~"
"G-gehehet off mehe!" Akaashi laughed, trying to flail around and lower his arms as much as he could. The more he squirmed, the tighter the cloth seemed to wrap around his joints, making it impossible to not make a fool out of himself — a bigger one, in this case. "I-It tihihickles, you— agh, nohoho!"
"You're the one making things harder," Bokuto teased, his face inches away from Akaashi's. He could steal all the kisses he wanted there, but that just wouldn't feel the same. He needed it to come from Akaashi, to be kissed and not to kiss. "We can stay here all night if you want to ~"
Bokuto couldn't even remember what was waiting for them back at their dorm. All he could think of now was how warm and soft Akaashi's skin felt to his touch, how nice it was to rub it and squeeze it and how pretty Akaashi looked and sounded laughing himself silly like that. Bokuto moved one hand lower to tickle Akaashi's hips and his smile widened when the laughter became twice as loud. "Ooh, it's bad here, right?"
"Y-YOHOHOU KNOHOW IT IS!!" Akaashi cackled, nearly headbutting Bokuto in a renewed laughing fit, "dahaham it, t-thihis is so unfahahair!"
Akaashi felt his knees going weak, as if they were about to collapse at any given moment. If he gave in, wouldn't he just spoil Bokuto even more? What sort of behavior would this encourage? But, still, he was tired and it tickled so bad—
"F-FIHIhine! Fihihine!!" Akaashi groaned through the laughter, shaking his head and clenching his trapped hands. "J-just stohohop! I wihihill kiss you!"
"Will you?" Bokuto beamed, his fingers stopping dead in their tracks, but still holding Akaashi's body like a plush toy. "Really?!"
"Y-yohou're so lahame, Bokuto-sahan…" Akaashi sighed and sighed. He felt his heart beating fast inside his chest and the shivers running down his back, but didn't dare to go back on his word. He leaned forward and, in that awkward pose, he pressed his lips against Bokuto. "Ah… there, happy?"
"You're the best, 'Kaashi," Bokuto grinned, poking his side and making the other guy jump. "Easy there ~ let's get you out of it. We need to get ready soon or the others will get worried!"
Akaashi rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything back this time. There was truly no winning against the ace, and Akaashi was more than happy to lose to him whenever he could.