Chef Bokuto AU Story Name: Bokuto Route
 Akaashi was sitting at the counter of his workspace. He was pretty bored at the moment, only accompanied by Kenma and Hinata, who seemed very preoccupied with their own squabbles. Akaashi accepted the fact that heâd have to awkwardly sit in his chair, developing a game the professor said âcould make a profitâ. While really, Akaashi wasnât going for money, though that was a good portion of the reason, he wanted to send a message. Maybe the message was bitter. He was making his game about a character who is lonely, and could interact with ANYONE in the ENTIRE GAME to be a potential date. It was make your own story really. Akaashi really liked that, because in here, he could have the perfect lover.Â
Akaashi was a day dreamer, he wanted to be in a relationship so bad, but utterly failed. He never felt love towards anyone. It was almost a curse really. It hurt his heart to know that he may have to settle for someone to love whoâs not the love of his life. In his game though, he described the perfect person.
A girl with long hair, perfect body, smart, active, funny, and loves playing video games. It was his story, because face it, his real life story would never as interesting as the ones he created in the video games.
Or thatâs what he thought.
Akaashi, Sugawara, Hinata, and Kenma seated themselves around a table at a very expensive restaurant. It was Sugawaraâs treat. He had made big on his shooter games, as he was good at making it fair. While he wasnât close to rich, he was celebrating the fact that Akaashi and Hinata were almost done with their games.Â
As they shuffled into the table, trying to act as polite as possible, a waiter came running out. He was short, really short, maybe the same height as Hinata, with brown hair that short upwards and a blonde streak at the front. He bowed politely, then smiled.
âHello, Iâm Nishinoya Yuu! Iâll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can interest you in? Drinks? Food? We also have a new table opened up! You get to watch the chef cook!â He smiled. When Hinata heard the word âWatch him Cookâ he nodded, while Sugawara looked hesitant. He probably was already going overboard, giving them such a nice restaurant. He finally nodded, and Nishinoya excused them to a table.Â
The chef hadnât come out, as Nishinoya explained it âHe needed their food orders so that way he could bring out the ingredients for the chefâ. They all eventually got drinks and ordered food, and Nishinoya had brought out ingredients. He smiled. As he hurried back out to another table, a man appeared.
Not just any man though, he was tall, hair bleached at the ends, muscles that baffled Akaashi, and an owl looking face with golden eyes that could pierce a soul. Akaashi felt breathless for a moment, but blamed it on the onions. It had to be the onions. No other explanation.Â
The man was stunning, he could admit that much, but the breathlessness was obviously shock. As the man smiled, and looked Akaashi in the eyes, Akaashi felt about ready to leave. He couldnât tell how red his face got. He wanted to punch himself. All the awkward feelings. Must be shock. Onions.Â
He finally settled down. The man had looked up at them, and grinned like he just saw his mom come home from the hospital. Akaashiâs heart squeezed, but he was able to brush it off. âIâm Bokuto Koutarou, head chef here. Pleased to meet you all.â he said, bowing.
Akaashi could tell that this would be like some sort of performance. The way he stood, talked, and readied himself was making that much obvious. Akaashi couldnât tell if it was good or bad, or if Bokuto had just given himself the title of âHead chefâ because he didnât seem like it. As Bokuto pulled out the main course (uncooked and still in âgross lookingâ form) , he sprawled them out onto the giant stove and began heating up the grill.
Bokuto had pulled out onions, meat, and just flipped them into the air, in patterns and shapes. He made an onion tower, igniting the middle, then making the onion tower flip. This stuff had to be impossible. Bokuto even tossed an egg 10 feet into the air, flipped it, caught it, the flipped it once more, but this time it landed on the side of the spatula, and it cracked perfectly over the food.
Was it even legal to be this good? Akaashi was absolutely stunned by the performance. When Bokuto had finished almost everyoneâs meal, he never slowed down. Akaashi wondered how someone had that much endurance. The ability to go on for that long, cooking things at high intensity and not breaking a sweat.Â
The only sweat was from the heat of the fire. Though, now that the head had died down, the sweat was gone in an instant, and Bokuto looked composed. For what he looked like, a composed, happy person was not what he would have expected. He wanted to ask questions, something perhaps. Maybe he could make a character out of Bokuto. He seemed interesting.
Bokuto turned, grabbing his stuff, and leaning against the grill. He didnât face Akaashi, not once, which meant Akaashi had to start the conversation. Akaashi opened his mouth, and knew nothing intelligent would come out. For as smart as he was, social interaction was no easy task to accomplish. He only met his friends through texting, then being in the same college class.Â
Akaashi started with, âHey? Hello. Hi. I liked your food cooking.â Akaashi was utterly embarrassed. He literally had said something so stupid, it made Suagwara burst out laughing, Hinata and Kenma quickly turning their heads to see what was happening.
Though Bokuto didnât seem to care, as if heâd seen nervous people or idiots, or maybe he himself was embarrassing. Bokuto smiled. âWhy thank you! It was a lot of hard work. I thought I was pretty cool though.â He laughed. Akaashi quickly knew the type of person he was.Â
Egotistical. His ego was so big he could practically be the sun. Akaashi felt a weird turn in his stomach. âS-so do you do anything other than cook?â Sugawara asked, almost choking on his water. Bokuto thought about it for a moment. âWell I sort of do a few things in college. I do a tiny bit of art, maybe a few other things, but I mainly cook.â He stated, putting the used dishes (spatula, plates, etc) on a cart. Nishinoya came running out, pushing the cart away.Â
âHow do you stay in such good shape?â Hinata asked. âNo shame, wow Hinata.â Akaashi thought to himself. Bokuto laughed. âYou like my muscles? Well it takes a lot of work! I go to the gym, and then cooking like this is a serious workout, but I also play-âbut then stopped. ânever mind.â he stopped. Â
Akaashi was curious, but from context, he could tell Bokuto probably didnât want to talk about it. Hinata looked stunned though. Hinata had the jump of a kangaroo, because he mainly played a lot of volleyball with his boyfriend Kageyama, had almost no muscle to him. Hinata was always crushed when someone pointed that out to him.
Bokuto looked at them all. âWhat about you guys?â he said, sounding genuinely interested. Which was actually was a nice change from his narcissistic attitude. Hinata and Sugawara went first. Hinata answered with âVolleyballâ along with his name. Sugawara was much more formal though. âIâm Sugawara Koharu. I major in Marine Biology and Economics. I do a minor with my friend Akaashi, who is a major in Game Development.â He said, proudly.
Great, now Akaashi had nothing to say. They all waited for a moment for Kenma to reply, or at least do something, but he was probably texting Kuroo about binge watching âHarry Potterâ or  âStar warsâ. At least Akaashi had some social skills. Kenma had none, and could barely talk to a friend without making every other word âumâ or âerâÂ
Akaashi looked away, waiting for a response from Bokuto, which came quickly. Though Akaashi wasnât really surprised. âNice nice! Game design? Man I love gaming, but I really have no one to play with, or should I say DOMINATE, I just donât like that. I love playing the game with other people.Â
Akaashi felt as if Bokuto was blessed with a beautiful body, and an idiots mouth. Akaashi still felt his heart churn though, as if his stupid remarks were almost cute in a way. His brain wasnât going with it though. His brain was sighing.Â
Akaashi was caught in between the feelings of âexchange numbers, letâs play video games togetherâ or âI hope you find someone to play games with.â Though the entire scene began coming awkward when requested drinks.
Akaashi drank a lot, much more than he expected. While Sugawara and HInata were much more wasted, Akaashi could barely walk. Kenma had to call Kageyama to come pick everyone up. The entire time was just a blur. All he knew is that they all laughed as Bokuto told random stories, then had to go serve another table.
Akaashi awoke at 12 P.M, and was utterly confused. He was in his bed, a phone number in his hand, and his phone saying â(3) New Messages!â. He reached over, looking at his phone. A number he hadnât recognized, though it was the same one as in his hand. Must of been Bokuto.
< From Bokuto: (11:02 P.M) Iâm off work! oh btw this is bokuto. Wanna game?
< From Bokuto: (11:18 P.M) No? Youâre prob asleep. You did get wasted. See ya tomorrow!
< From Bokuto: (12:03 A.M) Hey hey hey! The coolest thing ever happened. Maybe stop by the restaurant around 9:00 A.M? Iâll take you to a cafe about a block over!Â
Akaashi sighed. it was 12:05 A.M, and though regretting not just going back to sleep (Because heâd most likely have to game with Bokuto, which didnât sound fun), he typed back.
< From Akaashi: (12:05 A.M) Sure that sounds fine. Iâll be there.
Akaashi put down his phone. Hoped Bokuto didnât see the text, hoped that was Bokutoâs âiâm about to fall asleep!â text. He was wrong, Bokuto texted back.
< From Bokuto: (12:06 A.M) Cool! If youâre not too tired would you like to play some games?
Akaashi could just say no, turn away and stop. Not deal with him. As far as he could tell, Bokuto was very hit or miss. Sometimes it was sweet, other times Bokuto was just downright annoying. He seemed to have so many opinions from just talking to him for 20 minutes, then getting drunk and not remembering 85% of it. He was just like that. He made many opinions, usually right. He was rarely every wrong.
Akaashi typed back the dreaded words.
< From Akaashi: (12:09 A.M) Sure.
He sighed, rubbing his head which was pounding. He tiredly rolled over to his desk and logged onto a few different games, unaware of what Bokuto liked to play.
Surprisingly, they both liked similar games, and they each got to try a few games. It was weirdly fun playing games with Bokuto, probably because he was so competitive, not bad at everything he tried, and made so many stupid mistakes that made Akaashi laugh so hard. They had to stop around 4 A.M, considering they were meeting up in 5 hours, and they both needed sleep. Akaashi would probably only get about 4, which was slightly less than normal nights, but Akaashi didnât care.
From how awake Bokuto sounded until around 2:50 A.M, Akaashi assumed Bokuto never really slept much either. Owls were nocturnal.Â
Bokuto got quite loud though, which never really helped his head ache. Even after shushing Bokuto, Bokuto could only hold onto his quietness for about 5 minutes before completely rebooting and screaming again. Annoying, yes.
Akaashi finally fell asleep though. The fresh air from his open window and no more screaming settled the head ache. He was finally okay.Â
His sleep was good enough. As good as it usually got. He often had nightmares. Terrible ones that scared him. They were about his past, about the terrible things that always happened to him. Tonight though, he had a normal dream. He settled into like his sheets after an all-nighter of game design. When the night had passed, he felt more refreshed than he had in a while.
Apparently Kenma had noticed when Akaashi walked in the next morning. Maybe it was the bags under his eyes were not raised to 100% contrast anymore, or maybe it was the fact that instead of giving himself too much work, Akaashi had actually told them heâd be in the lab later today.Â
âTime off?â Kenma asked, looking puzzled. Akaashi nodded. He could tell something bad was about to happen, and he was right. Daichi had come running around the corner, after talking about cucumbers to Sugawara. âOoh! Are you going to meet with Mr. Golden Eyes?!â He yelled.Â
Akaashi shook his head. âOne, his name is Bokuto, Two, Yes I am meeting up with him, and three, go back to your damn chemistry lab.â He snarled. Daichi laughed, as if he was innocent. Daichi and Innocent did not belong in a sentence together.
âOOOH DAMN!â Hinata screamed from across the room.Â
Akaashi in some way felt as if heâd just âburnedâ someone for the first time. To his knowledge, it actually was. Akaashi seemed like the type to constantly judge and burn people, accounting his âgood looksâ , people assumed he was petty.
âIâll be back around 12:00 P.M, okay?â Akaashi sighed, closing the door behind him before anyone could yell anything more at him. He had to be there in 10 minutes. A little short on time, but thankfully it was only about 5 blocks from here.
He may have been 3 minutes late, but Bokuto wasnât even there yet. He awkwardly sat outside the restaurant for 5 minutes, still no sign of Bokuto. Was this a set up? Was the hopes of a possible friendship gone?
Bokuto was standing on the other side of the building, and had thought Akaashi had set him up. He was just going to just go to the cafe by himself, but actually saw Akaashi as he rounded the corner. Akaashi laughed.
âNever thought to look around the corner?â Akaashi laughed. A thin and light red coating of blush flew across Bokutoâs face as he quickly shot back, âWell I mean, i thought youâd stand at the entrance of the building!âÂ
Akaashi did think about it for a moment, and it was strange he hadnât gone to the entrance, but none the less, he was still correct. Bokuto was weird. In a good way. Probably.
âShall we?â Bokuto asked, bowing in a very cheesy manor. Akaashi smiled. Not something he did so often anymore. Akaashi nodded, and Bokuto turned to the streets, walking them over to the cafe. Kageyama sat at the table across from Bokuto and Akaashi, well hidden by the disguises from his theatre class. Oikawa had helped him cover up himself so he could spy on Bokuto and Akaashi for Hinata. Why? He wasnât really sure himself why Hinata wanted so badly to know about the status of Bokuto and Akaashi. Kageyama had searched for maybe 20 minutes until he finally saw what Kenma described as âBlack and White hair that shot up like an anime characterâ ((I JUST BROKE THE 4TH WALL OMG)) Â
Kageyama thought he saw Bokuto, and was correct, because Akaashi was sitting next to him sipping a smoothie. Kageyama had ever so casually tripped when he entered the building, then knocked into a table, and had to re-order his coffee after spilling it all over himself. He got a lot of attention, that was for sure. Â
He constantly sent Hinata and Sugawara pictures, but Bokuto and Akaashi seemed to do nothing but talk and laugh. No hugs, no kiss, no nothing. Itâs like they barely knew each other. Though that might be the case, as heâd never seen Bokuto before.Â
Finally, after getting his 4th coffee, and his 600th weird glance, he saw Bokuto and Akaashi stand. They high fived, but at the time Kageyama had snapped a picture, it looked like they were holding hands. Perfect.Â
Bokuto thought it was quite a pleasant time. Akaashi had been a lot nicer and open than heâd expected. They rambled on about stories from their childhood, awkward breakups and one night stands, funny friends from high school, awkward middle school years, etc. From what he knew about Akaashi, it was basically just he left his parents as soon as possible (for unknown reasons), Met Kenma in highschool and got friends through him, and basically was quiet and awkward.Â
Though, his beauty was what interested Bokuto so much. How does someone even just BE that pretty? It felt like Akaashi was made of perfection, and it made him so happy. His voice, his laugh, and his smile! That smile killed him every time.Â
âHey Akaashi?â Bokuto stopped, Akaashi turned. âYes Bokuto-San?â          âCan we hang out tonight? Maybe tomorrow?â                           âSure, maybe not tomorrow, I have a lot of work to do, but tonight will be great.â
Bokuto smiled, and high fived Akaashi. He turned, and waved goodbye, triumphantly walking to work. The next hours were going to be boring as hell, but he just had Akaashiâs gaming to look forward too.
As he returned to the lab, everyoneâs head turned. Akaashi knew something had happened, and it most likely involved him. He let out a deep sigh. Hinata, obviously, had jumped up first, and shoved his phone in Akaashiâs face
âAkaashi! Akaashi! Akaashiâs future date!!â Hinata yelled. Akaashi was confused, very confused. All they did was meet up and talk. âHinata, heâs a guy, iâm straight.â He interjected, pushing past him, and sitting down, not acknowledging the phone Hinata had basically thrown at him.Â
âBut you guys are holding hands?â Hinata said, sounding very confused. Akaashi whipped his head around. âWhat, no we didnât.â he panicked, grabbing Hinataâs phone. It was a picture, clearly taken from the table next to him.
Who had taken this picture? âWho took this? How did you get this?!â He panicked more. Bokuto was getting taken advantage of, wait- WAIT, why did he care? He should care about himself more. He was having a panic attack, Sugawara had noticed.
âHinata! I told you sending Kageyama to spy was a bad idea! Their hands are blurry, I donât think theyâre even holding hands!â Sugawara defended him. How sweet, even squeezing his hand. Sugawara had always been his protector of sorts. He was always helping Akaashi through panic attacks.
Hinata was pretty shocked, he was not ready for it. Kenma didnât even noticed, which either meant he never cared about Akaashi or knew he could handle it on his own. Either one was still kind of upsetting.Â
As Akaashi calmed down, Hinata deleted the photo, told the entire story, and apologized profusely. âY-you- f-fine I.â He said, breathless. He sat down as his bench and put in his headphones.
He was about done with these idiots. He clicked on his game, and decided to make a new character. It was a muscly tall man who was happy-go-lucky, and it reminded him of someone, but he just couldnât think about it.Â
As he finally finished up for the day, made some good progress, he went home, kind of excited to see Bokuto, but at the same time very hesitant. He was not excited for his hearing loss.
He sat down, and messaged Bokuto at 11:10 P.M, around the time Bokuto got off work. âBokuto~, What game do you wanna play tonight?â He asked. Bokuto responded not even 2 minutes later. âWell, how about (insert game they both like)!â and Akaashi smiled. âSure.â They both called each other, and the night began.
âI had a panic attack today.â Akaashi sighed. âReally?!â Bokuto yelled. âYeah, my friends were spying on us!â He said, obviously flustered. Bokuto laughed. âWell arenât you the popular one there.â Akaashi almost smiled, but didnt. He still didnât know what to think about the situation.Â
âMeh, my friends know I have no friends outside of well- college, so itâs just exciting for them.â He stated. Bokuto sighed. âAnyways, Iâm off work tomorrow, how about I come to your class?â he asked. Akaashi quickly responded with, âThatâd be nice, theyâre all very annoying though.â Bokuto thought about that for a moment. âThey seemed nice enough when I cooked for you guys.âÂ
Akaashi quickly sat up in his seat. âWould it be asking to much for you to cook me a lunch and bring it? My friends want to eat the same thing everyday, iâm getting sick up bagged lunches from a small deli across the street.â He complained. Bokuto laughed a little harder. âYeah! Sure! Iâd love too. No one asks me to cook for them.âÂ
Akaashi was a little surprised by that, considering Bokutoâs cooking was so good. âHow come no one asks you?â he wondered. Bokuto sighed. âWell, I only have 2 friends, because most others just want my money, and then then the ones that do stayâŚleave. My other 2 friends donât leave because one of them cooks with me, and the other one doesnât ask for cooking too often.â
Akaashi was silent for a moment. âWhy- I mean, not to be rude, but why do the others leave?â He asked. Bokuto didnât answer. âWell. I- they leave because iâm too hard to get to. I never open up, Iâm never- Iâm not out there. But itâs because- I dissapear a lot. I move. A lot.â He managed to squeak out.
âYou- Move?â he Akaashi wondered, quickly regretting it, because he swore he could hear a sniffle. âI- my job requires me to move a lot, so I always leave my f-friends b-behind.â he coughed. âB-but thatâs aside from the point. What about you Akaashi?âÂ
Akaashi had to lighten the mood, and quick. âWell I-â and he heard a knock on his door. âGUAGGHâ he yelled. Bokuto burst out laughing, probably because that was the weirdest noise that had come out of Akaashiâs voice in a long time
Oikawa had barged in. âYo wassup Akaash? Oh wait- hold on- Iâm not interested. Anyways, i brought Iwa home tonight, weâre going to watch a few movies, so be quiet alright?â He demanded.Â
Akaashi sighed. His room mate was so annoying. He hated Oikawa, and he was sure Oikawa hated him too, but for much different reasons. Akaashi turned back to his computer screen. Bokuto was yawning, so Akaashi did too.Â
âYou heading off?â Akaashi asked. âYeah.â Bokuto yawned. Akaashi looked t the time. 3 A.M. Wow, Bokuto probably never stayed up this late. He was a chef who worked long hours basically doing kitchen work outs.Â
âSo- I should probably get your address so we can meet up tomorrow.â he yawned. Akaashi sent it, no hesitation. Akaashi usually thought these things through. âSee you tomorrow Bokuto-san.â He said. He turned off his computer and crashed.
Within seconds, or at least what it felt like, Akaashi had woken up to the sounds of Oikawa screaming. Akaashi pulled his phone from his bed side table. 8 A.M. Why was Oikawa screaming so early? Akaashi grabbed his phone, and stomped out into the living room. Iwaizumi was tickling him, and Oikawa couldnât handle it apparently. Akaashi threw a nearby pillow that was somehow next to his door at OIkawa. He screamed even louder, rolling onto the floor.
Iwaizumi quickly sat up and composed himself. Akaashi snarled, brushing his hair, then throwing on semi-fashionable clothes. OIkawa and Iwaizumi talked for a long time about random stuff when the doorbell rang. Akaashi had thankfully gotten ready in time.
Oikawa got to the door first though, and Akaashi tried to push him out of the way, but he was too late. âHuh who are you?â Oikawa asked, looking at Bokuto. Bokuto tilted his head. âIs Akaashi here?â he wondered. Oikawa sighed. âUh yeah, that loser is literally sprinting towards the door right nOw-â He yelled, getting thrown to the side. Bokuto was utterly confused, but went with it.
âSorry Bokuto, thatâs my annoying room mate Oikawa.â he explained. Oikawaâs voice screamed from across the room âI AM NOT ANNOYING!â as he stomped off. Bokuto nodded, as if agreeing with him. He liked that.
They walked together to the college, which Bokuto seemed to like a lot. He treated it like a palace more than a college. âHave you not been to a nice college?â Akaashi asked, kind of confused considering Bokuto was literally border-line rich. Bokutoâs hair seemed to extend a tiny bit by hearing his name said. Akaashi held in laughter.
Bokuto thought of an answer. âWell, you see, I go to a private college, and so itâs cool to see everything so open like this!â he answered. So Bokuto really was rich. Smart too? He doubted it.
Bokuto skipped along side him, and eventually, they came to the door of the classroom. Akaashi took a deep breath and opened the door. Everyone looked up at him to say hello, but it was silent.
Suddenly Hinata screamed, âBOKUTO!!!!!â and jumped onto him. Bokuto was a bit overwhelmed. âH-hinata was it? Hi Hinata!â He laughed. Sugawara ran up. âHey Bokuto! What are you doing here?â he asked.Â
âAkaashi said I could come today!â he cheered. As Hinata was basically wrapped around him like a tortilla, Sugawara was like âHEAAAGH?! AKAASHI INVItED sOmEoNE?!â he yelled. Everyone was confused. Even Akaashi sort of was.
He didnât like people, all he wanted was a Girlfriend, but why was he inviting this GUY here? Akaashi lead him away from everyone, and they sat down next to each other. Bokuto leaned against him, making Akaashi feel suddenly warm for no apparent reason. âSo, watcha working on?â Bokuto asked.
Akaashi closed his mouth, trying to think of an answer. âMy game, you wanna try?â And as he said that, everyone SCREAMED. Bokuto was overwhelmed, and Akaashi was way too surprised
Another panic attack. Great, Sugawara was about to jump from his seat and help, but all Bokuto had to do was ruffle his hair, whisper a few words into his ear, and hold his hand. He calmed down instantly.
âHow did you-â Akaashi was baffled. No one had calmed him down with such ease. Itâs like heâd known Bokuto all his life and right now, he was just doing something like breathing.
âI have a friend who gets frequent panic attacks, so I mean, I- it works for him sort of, I had no idea how well itâd work for youâŚâ he whispered. Akaashi nodded, and scooted the computer to him.
Everyone was staring, like Bokuto had just done the impossible. They all had this look in their eyes, like theyâd proved Akaashi wrong. Like they knew something he didnât. Maybe they did.Â
Sugawara tried not to make a fuss, and texted him.Â
Sugawara: Are you two close or something
Akaashi: No, he just has a friend like me. Sugawara: Itâs more than that Akaashi.
Akaashi: What do you mean?
Sugawara: You let him come here, to your house, let him play your game, are you sure heâs just a friend.
Akaashi was confused. He didnât know what Sugawara meant. He kind of just rolled with it. It was the best he could do. As he finished his conversation with Sugawara, he noticed Bokuto running around the game, and actually getting the controls down a lot faster than heâd expected.
Akaashi leaned against him without even noticing. He watched Bokuto talk to a few people, and quickly found his taste for people. He liked people who were kind of shy, smart, funny, and weird.Â
He kept that in mind, not really sure why, but he did. As he noticed the entire room staring at him, he quickly pulled away from Bokuto and blushed. Akaashi snarled at them all. Was it really this weird to be this close with someone
As time passed, Bokuto test ran the game, pointed out mistakes, complimented it, the day had gone by in a flash and Bokuto had left. It went by so fest, he didnât remember getting Bokutoâs address. it was in his phone apparently. Weird. He didnât even remember Bokuto leaving. itâs like he was drunk and he just didnât remember anything like in those funny memes with the âI WASNâT THAT DRUNK!â He found those amusing.Â
He walked home, and didnât text Bokuto. He fell right asleep. It was such a quick day, and didnât feel like it came at all.
He had that same nightmare again. Where if felt like the world was crumbling on him, and he was sitting there, breathless, couldnât move. He wanted to much to be free form his parents, and their tyranny of injustice. How heâd wanted to just be free. He was free, but there were chains still flying through the air, trying to pull him back down. He screamed.
Sugawara, gone, Hinata dead, Kenma leaves, and worst of all. Bokuto left without so much as a word.Â
He awoke, he was having a panic attack. Terrible timing, no one was there to comfort him, and felt like he couldnât breathe. He had to make it to his computer. He had to text someone, but his words were drowned out.Â
He fell, his eyes closed. Hopefully this was a dream, hopefully he was just going to wake up and go see Bokuto.Â
He didnât He still felt the suffocating, and couldnât ask for Oikawaâs help. He lied on the ground and didnât move, it was almost as if heâd been paralyzed. His words couldnât come out to the surface of his dark waters. heâd passed out, but the feeling remained.
He had no idea how long he was unconcious, but when he awoke, his vision was blurred by tears. He moved his head a little. Two arms were wrapped around him, and he was in a vehicle. It moved to the roadâs patterns. He couldnât tell where he was.
As his vision began to clear, and the heat of arms wrapping him became more obvious, he knew where he was. An ambulance. This wasnât the first time he was in one. He looked to his right. People rushed around. He then looked to his left.
It was Bokuto, and he was in tears. Akaashi, though his arm still weak, touched Bokutoâs weeping face. He felt Bokuto flinch as he swallowed down the tears. âA-akaashi. You-youâre awake..â he sighed. Akaashi turned onto his other rib. âI- howâd you get to me?â He asked.
âOikawa texted me on your phone because my contact was the first open one. He panicked and called the ambulance too. I ran to you as fast as I could, but- but-â and the tears came back to his eyes.Â
Akaashi touched his perfect face. âIâll be fine. Wait- donât you live 5 miles awayâŚâ He asked. âThe ambulance is only 4 ½ miles awayâŚ.â and then it hit him.
âHOW FAST DID YOU RUN!?â Akaashi yelled, then coughed. Bokuto placed a resting hand on Akaashiâs chest and ruffled his hair. He whispered to him. âFast, but thatâs not whatâs important Whatâs important is that iâm here now Akaashi, iâm here.âÂ
Akaashi felt so calm, felt so at peace. He could close his eyes and rest, and know everything would be alright.
This time, he was back in his bed. Bokuto had carried him back after Akaashi could leave the hospital at 3 A.M. He turned to his side, the light barely shining through the windows. he covered his eyes, and saw a note on his phone.
I know last night must have been terrifying to you, and it was for me too. I donât ever want that to happen again, so I moved into the apartment 2 floors up! I promise, I swear and I put my life on it that you will not be sent to the hospital ever again. Iâm in room 5 D
                       Best Regards From Your Best Friend - Bokuto.
Akaashiâs face was completely red. How much did Bokuto care about Akaashi? He rolled out of bed, did his daily morning routine, and left quickly to go to the 5th floor (He was on the 3rd out of 5th). He knocked on the door Bokuto had said to go to. He knocked on 5 D. Surely enough, there was Bokuto, tired and with the cutest bed head heâd ever seen.
âOh hey Akaashi.â he yawned. Akaashi smiled. âHey I donât have class today, wanna do stuff?â He asked. Bokuto smiled. âSure! Lemme get dressed, come in.â he said, running to his bathroom. Akaashi had no idea how nice the 5th floor apartments were. Bokutoâs house, to his surprise, was really well decorated. He loved it, it smelled nice, fresh, great. He heard another voice, a voice heâd never head before yell out. âYoâ BOKUTO! WHOâS HERE!?â it yelled.Â
Akaashi was confused. Did Bokuto have a boyfriend? Why did that hurt Akaashiâs heart? It felt like someone grabbed his heart and threw it on the ground.Â
A guy, maybe 6â˛2, strolled out. He had black hair over his eye, and he looked intimidating. Akaashi tried looking tough, or at least not shy, but it didnât work. Kuroo smiled. âHey! Who are you?â He asked.
âA-Akaash-hi K-Kei-Keji.â He managed to say, breathless. The man smiled. âHello, iâm Kuroo.â He smiled. âOh wait- Akaashi, like Bokutoâs friend Akaashi?â He asked. Akaashi nodded. âIâve heard quite a bit about you!â he laughed. Akaashi was surprised. Bokuto talked about him?
âReally?â He wondered. Kuroo stood up straight. âNow why would I lie to you?â he asked. Akaashi shrugged. Kuroo smiled. âLemme tell you what he say-â Kuroo started, but Bokuto had flown in, looking like his normal, fashionable self. âShall we?â he smiled.
Bokuto said he had something planned, something really cool. Akaashi was super nervous but excited. Bokuto lead him to a place called âWakatomajiâs Heiâ, which he had no idea what that meant. The place seemed empty, no cars were there.Â
âThis place is shady. No one is here except employeeâs.â He said, wanting to turn back. He didnât want to embarass Bokuto by making him feel bad about the terrible place he picked. They walked in.
No one was there, just some bored looking employees. A trampoline park and an Arcade? The place was so nice, how was it empty.Â
Suddenly the lights went out, and Akaashi naturally just wrapped himself around Bokuto. He was comforted, So he didnât have a panic attack. Suddenly Bokuto walked forwards, as if he knew the place.
What the hell was going on?
They sat down, and all the lights came on. âSURPRISE!!!â maybe 20 voices yelled at once. AKaashi was surprised, but happy to see all of his friends sitting on trampolines, jumping around. Akaashi smiled. grabbing Bokutoâs hand and jumping on the first trampoline.
They sprang around, as they yelled and cheered. Bokuto did flips, and everyone was screaming and having a good time.Â
They went to the arcade and Bokuto has having serious road rage. They did tricks on the trampoline together, had great food, and had an amazing time. He felt as if he hadnât been this happy in a very, very long time.
Even as the fun time was ending, people were beginning to grow tired and start finishing up, he was still enjoying himself. He help Bokutoâs hand as everyone left. He looked up at Bokuto.Â
That night Akaashi couldnât sleep, and Bokuto wasnât responding. He decided to go upstairs to the apartment, but it was just Kuroo who answered. Akaashi was confused. Maybe he was out doing something.Â
âHeâs out looking around your college and stuff.â Kuroo answered, closing the door. He could tell Kuroo was very tired. Not blaming him though, it was like 1 A.M
Akaashi looked in so many rooms, but could not find him.
growing weary, heâd even texted Sugawara, Hinata, and even Yamaguchi, someone whoâd heâd barely known, and no one had any answers. He creeped through the music hall, and it was dead silent. He kept walking, only the sound of his heart and food steps were audible.
Finally, he came to a stop. A violin. A beautiful sound, a sound that reminded him of when he played the Viola. He crept towards the noise. It got louder, and Akaashi realized just how good it was. It was amazing. Distracted from looking for Bokuto, the music was just too captivating.Â
His feet basically refused to go back, and even his brain for once agreed with his heart. Akaashi could almost feel his handsâ fluttering up the Viola again. He opened the door from where the sound had come from.
In the moonlight, the stars reflecting onto his perfect hair, his golden eyes flaring with passion and excitement, his muscles moved in such a perfect manor that Akaashiâs face just naturally turned red. It was Bokuto playing.
He seemed so perfect there, like the moonlight was his, and his alone. Bokuto didnât stop for Akaashi, no, he hadnât even noticed Akaashi. And in his heart, Akaashi had never noticed him.
How had he not noticed Bokutoâs heart. Itâs like he could see it, like he could see it flying through the air at breathtaking speeds, He could imagine himself holding Bokutoâs hands and flying away.
He loved Bokuto, and how had he not realized it sooner? He remembered all those looks from his friends. They knew, they knew, how didnât he?! As Bokuto stopped playing, he looked up.
Bokutoâs face turned red, and so did Akaashiâs.
âThat was beautiful.â he whispered. Bokuto smiled, even his smile fit the moon light. âT-thanksâŚI didnât know- Iâm sorry.â he whimpered. Akaashi shook his head. âDonât be sorryâŚit wasâŚamazing.â he said, grabbing Bokutoâs hand.
Bokuto seemed hesitant for the first time. He almost pulled away.
âI donât like playing for people.âÂ
Akaashi didnât expect that answer. He though Bokuto would run around, screaming to the world, âHEY LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!â but no, Bokuto may seem that way on the surface, but really deep down inside his heart is a blazing fire of love and humbleness.Â
Bokuto bit his lip. âBecause, my folks found out I could play and- and I-â he started. Tears built in his eyes. âThey told me it was worthless.â he began. âThey told me that what I was doing made no sense, and that it was pointless. All i w-want i-isâ he tried to say more, but tears fell from his face.
Akaashi ran, hugging him. The world was cruel to Bokuto, but he didnât deserve it. He was so kind, so loving, and he knew for sure, Akaashi didnât deserve him. Bokuto needed the best, and Akaashi was afraid that wasnât him.
Bokuto stopped crying, the tears had stopped, and Akaashi had finally calmed himself.Â
âYouâre so helpful Akaashi, iâm so happy to have someone like you by my side.â Bokuto sighed. Those words made Akaashiâs heart fly.
Akaashi was about to say it, about to scream  âI LoVE YOU!â but the words refused to come out.
âLetâs go home.â He said, blowing this perfect chance to kiss him, like heâd dreamed. He wanted to punch himself. He wanted to turn around and scream âI LOVE YOU!â and he didnât. Who was he fooling, he was just a coward. A coward who didnât deserve a man like Bokuto
That next morning, Akaashi was sitting alone at his workspace. He didnât speak to anyone. he was to drained, to afraid. He looked for love for so long, now that he had it, it was pointless. God Damn it! He yelled in his mind. He decided, that here, in his game, heâd write Bokuto.
Heâd play Bokuto in his game, and here, heâd love him and not be afraid to move forward and say the things he wanted to say.Â
âHey Akaashi, look at them.â Sugawara said, pointing out into the hallway. Akaashi turned, as he was getting some stuff from the storage room for Daichi. From the corner of his eye, he turned, and down the hallway, he thought he saw Bokuto. He turned to Sugawara.
âMay I go over there?â he asked, basically already running down the hallway. He could see, he could see that beautiful hair that he admired so much. He was going to tell him now, going to say it. He felt like the words might come out this time.
He was almost there, but then he saw it, A girl grabbing Bokutoâs shirt and pulling him into a kiss that looked amazing. A kiss the Akaashi should of had. Akaashi turned, he turned so quickly that he almost turned fully around back to them. He ran the other direction. He didnât even look back.Â
Sugawara was confused as he shouldâve been. He just picked up his stuff and walked with Akaashi home, still no idea what was happening, and probably never would
Bokuto and Akaashi sat in the music room at midnight every night and Akaashi listened to him play. Every note made him want to fall apart even more, because every note was his heart pulling even though the chains were down on his already.
Every note, well, every note almost felt like another bar in his prison. Who was that girl? Why had Bokuto been with her? It was all so confusing.Â
âAkaaaaashi!â Bokuto knocked on his door. Akaashi answered, and he noticed the girl that Bokuto had kissed was standing behind him. âOh h-hey Bokuto-san. Iâm busy right now, s-so can y-you go? Iâll be out later.â Akaashi pleaded. Bokutoâs face seemed sad, like he cared.Â
Bokuto turned, left, and didnât come back for the rest of the day.
This happened for days, where Bokuto would try to talk to Akaashi, but he was busy. The only time he ever saw Akaashi is when he listened to Bokuto play the Violin. It made him feel so bad, what had Bokuto done wrong?
First his sister died, dad hates him, mom leaves, brother locks himself away, he moves, he moves and moves, leaving everyone behind, and now, now that he finally had found love in Akaashiâs heart, Akaashi had gone too.
He decided to talk to Sugawara about it
Bokuto: Sugawara? You Awake
Sugawara: Yeah, whatâs up?
Bokuto: Akaashi has been ignoring me, and I feel bad. Did I do something
Sugawara: No, not that I know of. Though, yeah, Akaashi has been pretty distant recently. Iâm worried, can you talk to him? Forcefully?
Bokuto: Iâve tried, iâve tried really hard. He slams and locks his door, and leaves the moment my songs end
Sugawara: Tomorrow, iâll lock the door behind Akaashi when he listens to you, got it?
Bokuto was playing, the song was nearing itâs end, and he came to his loudest point. Thatâs when Suga locked the door
Akaashi stood, and Bokuto reached for his hand. He missed, just like every other night. Akaashi grabbed the door handle. It was locked. He seemed scared, terrified. Itâs like Akaashi had met Bokuto for the first time.
âAkaashi, why are you running.â he said, his voice was weak. Akaashi didnât answer. He could see fear, guilt, everything a hurting person would feel. Bokuto didnât know why Akaashi felt this way, and he didnât care why, he just wanted to make him feel happy. Happy where he was.
âHey, can I ask you a question.â Akaashi said, finally hearing his voice. Akaashiâs voice, how heâd missed it. He wanted to hug Akaashi, kiss Akaashi, tell Akaashi how he felt.Â
âWhat?â Bokuto answered. âWho was that girl you kissed?â he asked.
He saw that? Is that why he was like this? âThe girl kissed me but I rejected her.â Bokuto said, almost as if he had no emotions. He told the truth, that was no lie
âWait- really?â Akaashi studdered. âYes, why? Did you think we were dating- did you think-â He stopped. He leaned in, Akaashiâs face was so close, he wanted to grab it, hold it, claim it as his own. He didnât know feelings could be felt this strongly.Â
Akaashi had unlocked the door, and ran off, after Bokuto was so close. He wanted to chase, but he knew, he knew deep inside that it would not help him, it wouldnât help him get any closer to Akaashi. Akaashi would keep running. Bokuto knew this.
Tomorrow would be the day. Bokuto had to tell him, he couldnât handle being so far away from Akaashi. It was insanity.
The day, the day heâd have to face Bokuto, he knew this because, well, obviously, even though not much was said last night, Bokuto probably saw everything, and was probably going to reject Akaashi.
He stepped outside, it was midnight. Bokuto would be playing any moment. He was correct, and instantly, and 12:05, he began, and the notes were perfect. So fine tune, so much more than every night. Every note packed meaning behind it that made Akaashiâs eyes burn. He knew those notes.
His family, heâd heard from Kuroo, about all the times Kuroo had come home to Bokuto crying. About his moving, his failures and down falls, and then, when he got to the âmeeting Akaashiâ part, Akaashi fell apart.
Every note was like floating on water, like it was the best thing that happened, for so long the notes screamed out in joy as if something deeper were under those notes. An undertone of relief, and something else.Â
He knew it was there, what was it?!
The notes suddenly changed. It was when Akaashi ignored him, and those notes, those notes sounded like this familyâs notes. He hoped those notes would never be played again. Never, Bokuto deserved more.
And Akaashi had been letting him down this entire time.
As the last note played, it wasnât happy, it wasnât a full resolve, it was empty, like there was one more thing. It fit in perfectly with Akaashiâs heart.
âB-Bokuto!â he yelled, falling into Bokutoâs arms. It was like everything he wished for and more. He looked up, tears in his eyes. âBokuto I love you!â he screamed, feeling everyone ounce of love and sorrow and hatred and happiness collapse onto Bokuto.
âI love you too, Akaashi.â He said, holding him close. This is exactly how the song needed to end. Akaashi lifted up his face, and pulled Bokutoâs to his. This kiss was everything he needed. The warmth, the love, the sweetness, everything! Everything he wanted was here in his arms, and to think, Bokuto used to be just a random chef.Â
Bokuto sighed. âMokari! Keijaei!â he yelled. Both kids stopped, turning to look at him. âYes dad?â they asked. Bokuto smiled. âI got you trEATS!!!â he yelled. Both of his kids ran up and grabbed a cookie. They smiled, and Bokuto loved that, they were just the cutest things ever.
âWow, spoiled.â Akaashi said, coming around the corner. âDaddy!â both kids yelled, jumping into Akaashiâs arms. âHi! I missed you guys!â He said planting a kiss on their foreheads. He sat next to Bokuto and snuggled in his arms. Their wedding rings ticked together.
âHey, remember that old violin piece I played for you the day i told you I loved you?â He asked.Â
Akaashi looked up. âYeah why?â Bokuto smiled.
âI think iâm going to finish it.â
