Pork Buns. (Bokuto x Reader)
A/N: Just absolute fluff where Bokuto confesses to his best friend. Stupid college shenanigans. You know the drill. My gift fic to: @hekili for being such a peach and participating in my trade! Also, this got WAY longer than I meant it to.
You made your way to the set up of many pillows and blankets on the floor, plopping down in front of Koutarou and setting a glass of juice in front of him. Koutarou’s grin brightened at the liquid’s appearance, he quickly grabbed it and took a huge gulp. After swallowing, Koutarou pointed to the T.V. screen.
“I finished setting up the game. No need to thank me, I’m just a genius”
You rolled your eyes at the owl man. “I can’t wait to crush you at Mario Kart.”
“You’re on! Like Donkey KONG.”
You stifled a laugh at Koutarou’s dumb joke, opting to just playfully tell him to shut up. Koutarou giggled to himself in response, the cute sound resonating in your ears and bringing a soft smile to your face. You turned on your old Wii. Thankfully, it greeted you with a operating welcome menu. You clicked on “Mario Kart” and started up the game.
The stakes have never been this high. At this moment, you felt the same amount of adrenaline coursing through your veins as if you were in the midst of some sort of daredevilish act. You were on the last race of the Grand Prix-the notorious Rainbow Road. You were on your final lap and in first place, with Koutarou following close behind. Although you were completely focused on prying victory from Koutarou’s greedy paws, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at his cute, concentrated face. His brows were scrunched in concentration that matched your own, flaxen eyes fixed on the old T.V. screen. His mouth was slightly open, tongue peeking from the clutches of his teeth. He was moving the controller in his hands wildly, and for once in a game of Mario Kart (thanks to motion controls), it actually had an effect on how he played. You couldn’t ignore the thoughts parading your mind, insisting how cute Koutarou looked like this. You shook your head and focused back on the game. It was a close match, but thankfully, you won.
After crossing the finish line, you cheered for yourself and fist pumped the air, relishing in the feeling of triumph. Koutarou, feeling an overwhelming amount of loss, instantly went to tangle his hands in his hair as he began lamenting his loss. After a few more seconds of excitement, you calmed down and looked over at Koutarou’s slumped figure. You smiled softly at him, then reached out to touch him sympathetically.
“Hey, Kou. You tried your best.”
“But I only got second plaaaaaaceeee……”
“Kou, that doesn’t matter. We both had fun! That’s all that matters, right?”
Koutarou rose and sat up. “I guess…still sucks to lose though.”
You patted his hard back reassuringly. “We can do something else now if you want? I’m getting kinda bored of Karting so much anyway.”
Koutarou, pouting a bit, answered. “…Can we watch a movie…?”
His golden eyes peered up at you, a bit pleadingly, the pout quickly fading from his face. “And…..”
You raised a brow. “And?”
Koutarou quickly snatched your hands, engulfing yours in his large ones. The sudden warm, calloused feeling brought a rosy tint to your cheeks.
“Can we go get pork buns? Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaase-” He was stopped by your finger gently placed on his lips.
“As long as you’re paying.”
Koutarou grinned and unsheathed his keys from his pocket. “Lessgo!”
As you walked into the corner store, you shivered at the sudden blast of AC hit you. The bright, fluorescent lights made you squint as you adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, holding out your hand a bit to protect yourself. Why did everything need to be twice as annoying at night? You shook off your chill and quickly followed behind Koutarou, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.
Koutarou mosied around a bit before spotting something, eyes lighting up with excitement as a quick gasp exited his mouth. Koutarou grabbed a small, cylindrical bottle of what you assumed to be an energy drink and subsequently placed it between his legs. He looked over to you with the shittiest grin you’ve ever seen on a living creature.
“Hey, look, this is my dick.”
You gave him the classic “I’m severly done with your shit” look, but quickly, an idea formed in your head. You grabbed a huge bottle from the glass fridge behind you and placed the bottle between your legs.
“Well THIS is mine. You need to step it up, man.”
Koutarou quickly burst into laughter, and you dissolved into giggles a second after. You two garnered a few odd looks from strangers hanging around the store, but you guys didn’t mind at all. After recovering from the outburst, the two of you got your food (which Koutarou paid for, as promised) and left the store.
The movie Koutarou chose was Anchorman 2, of course. The two of you shared many, many more laughs that night at the absolute stupidity and genuine funny moments of the film. You couldn’t help but catch looks of Koutarou’s laughing face, his eyes crinkled and cheeks pink due to the laughter. Sometimes, you found yourself smiling during the serious parts of the movie while thinking about his elated face.
Sometimes, he was just so damn adorable without even realizing it.
You noticed how…close…Koutarou got to you throughout the movie. It seemed like after every thirty minute increment, he got around an inch closer to you. By the time the movie was over, he was merely less than an inch away from you. The closeness of his body brought another blush to your face.
You had to admit, you had a pretty big crush on your best friend. And the fact he was being so…touchy tonight had you expressing your feelings through physical means, which you considered too obvious.
You closed your eyes and took a deep, silent breath in order to calm yourself, hoping not to disturb Koutarou. Luckily, it didn’t.
Silence enclosed you two as you sat on the couch, the movie menu screen providing the only illuminance in the room for the two of you. Koutarou turned to you, humourous, tow-colored eyes facing you.
“Dude…why don’t we hang out more often? This has been so fun!”
You shrugged in response. “I mean…I don’t know. I guess college has just been taking a huge toll on the both of us.”
Koutarou sighed in content, relaxing back into the couch. “I should come over more often.”
You hummed in response, a bit unsure of what to say.
A few more moments of silence passed on before Koutarou broke it with an uncharacteristically meager voice.
You were taken aback by the comment, but stuttered out a response.
“I-I really m-missed you t-too.”
Koutarou sat up and turned to face you, a more serious look taking over his face. “You know…I really value our friendship.”
The sincerity in his tone and his mindful gaze made it a bit difficult to respond, however, you pushed one out.
He inched a bit closer, almost leaning over you, gaze unfaltered.
“I really mean this, (Y/N), you’re my closest friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You nodded, answering with a meek “I feel the same way.”, the genuine way he was saying this made a rosy blush bloom on your face. All thoughts left your mind, you could only focus on him and thick tension coating the air around the two of you. The major thing that irked you was the use of the word “friend”. You wanted that to change, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to alter fate. After a couple of seconds of sorting your words, you came up with a good question to pose to him.
“Do you…ever feel some sort of…weird connection between us…? Like, we were meant to be together…?”
Koutarou’s eyes widened slightly, then he impulsively gripped you face and went in for the kill. His (surprisingly) soft, warm lips pressed against yours forcefully, as if he was trying to convey years of pent up emotion through one action. You reacted by kissing him back harshly in return, savoring every moment your lips remained pressed together. He pulled back a couple of times, only to be drawn back by your fingers gently grabbing his chin, guiding him back to you, then slowly moving up to his cheeks as well, holding his face lightly. After a few minutes of repeating this, the two of you parted, breathing a bit laboured and hearts almost pounding out of your chests.
Koutarou kept his hands on your cheeks and gently stroked one with his thumb.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
You smiled up at him, then moved your hands to playfully slap his arm.
“Then you should’ve done it earlier, you goof.”
Koutarou gasped sarcastically in response, letting go of your face and giving you a faux mean look. “Hey, you could’ve made the first move too! I’m not the only one responsible for everything, right?”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “I was just testing to see how long you were gonna be chicken~”
Koutarou’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his hands over you, fingers outstretched.
A flurry of fingers attacked your midriff, making you burst into ugly laughter. You quickly pushed the man off you, jumping off the couch and readying yourself for a tickle fight. When Koutarou peered at you from the couch, the mischievous glint in his eyes was enough to make you consider forfeit and dark away, him trailing close behind.
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