#actualstrongest

[sukishima]

@actualstrongest

Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows at the way the black box showed up over Kei’s mouth when he spoke, looking a little dazed. Did this guy work everywhere? And what was his problem with him again?

“..How are you making your mouth do that? And I thought Noya was working!” he exclaimed, shoulder’s slumping.

“Do what? You mean talking? Of course you would much rather have Nishinoya-san serve you. Too *more bleeping* bad he had to leave.” Yes, he may or may not be responsible for that. “So you’re really *amazing bleeping* with Akaashi-san now? thanks for *firetruck’ listening to me. Have fun ignoring what I said.”

“Oh wait, you ignore what I say all the time, don’t you Bokuto-san? By the way, someone else you once knew is back in town. Better *bleeeeeping* enjoy your day. It might be the last for you on this world.”

[taskfocused]

bokuto koutarou vs. the world || @actualstrongest

     In this party packed with people his age, Akaashi felt alone. But ironically enough, everyone in this room knew him-- at least, by his name. Word easily spread whenever someone was new to this part of the city. And yet, no one dared approach him. They were shy and hesitant; he was considered an enigma.

     Truth be told, Akaashi didn’t want to attend this free-for-all party after a co-worker of his invited him. Though if he wanted to make a fresh start, he might as well meet new people.

     And from the looks of it, it was going quite well. Except... not really.

     So, he decided to just lean his back against the wall in the spacious part of this large house... mansion? He couldn’t tell, let alone didn’t care. People that were feet away from him had their backs facing him while he stood alone, holding a cup of punch with his other hand inside his pocket.

     If he didn’t have anyone to talk to, at least he had his own thoughts to indulge himself. How glad he was to have escaped that life. Now he only hoped it wouldn’t come back to haunt him. But even he knew that was asking for too much.

[sukishima]

@actualstrongest from [ x ]

[Text: GLASSES-KUN]

: Hey, hey!

: I saw a guy on the street that looked like you

: are you in Tokyo?? :D

[text: Bokutowl]

: Correct.

: Shibuya.

Trust him to be amazingly concise in his replies.

[cxtdaddy-blog]

@actualstrongest continued from here

        He shouldn’t have expected anything less. This was how Bokuto was. And it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy the warmth. But he wasn’t above lying about that in particular. His cheeks flushed a little as the weight of the other settled on top of him. Thankfully Bokuto’s face was on his chest and not looking directly at him. “I wanted to stretch out! Is that so bad?” He knew that it was but the thing is, he didn’t care. He was comfortable like this. Even with the heavy body on top of his. 

        “What if I like it, huh?” 

[taskfocused]

continued from [ x ] because feels are great and I’m suffering || @actualstrongest

     Akaashi’s eye twitched as he took a deep breath. He didn’t want to make him repeat himself, since it actually took a lot of willpower to say that out loud. “Like I said, for everything. Was that not clear enough for you?” he uttered. 

     He realized not too long ago he took everything for granted. He had gotten too comfortable, too attached to the present-- that the future was almost scary to think about. But while they were still together, while he was still here, he might as well make the most of it. 

[taskfocused]

continued from [ x ] || @actualstrongest

     [Text: Bokuto-san]

     >> Is that so?      >> Then why was the bathroom window open when everyone else tried to find you?