It was a sweltering summer night. The empty city streets were bathed in the rich orange glow of the old street lamps. The punishing sun had killed every small patch of greenery that dotted the sidewalk, leaving behind scorched yellow remains crawling out of the cracks. almost all the windows were wide open, attracting moths and other night time insects to come and flutter in the muted glow beaming through each one, the city had not experienced such a heatwave in a long time and it seemed to be hitting the community hard
Akaashi was making his way home alone, lost in thought. He had been spending time with Bokuto all afternoon since bokuto had been complaining about being lonely and according to him everyone else was busy, he knew that it was not true but he understood why he wanted to see him so badly, Bokuto had finished his exams and was already on summer break, whereas Akaashi had to stay in school until the end of the academic year and so he had been spending all of his time revising for his end of year exams and had not been able to spend any time with Bokuto, they had texted on a couple of occasions but usually after revising Akaashi had gone straight to bed since balancing everything would only exhaust him if he did not.
While they had been together, a question that had harassed him for a long line in the past had come up once again, a question that no matter how long he thought about it never had an answer. and the more the question surfaced in his mind, the more he felt the need for an answer.
For a long time he had managed to convince himself that Bokuto's feelings for him were purely platonic, in a best friend way like with Kuroo because while he knew that bokuto did not have many boundaries when it came to expressing his affection he did have different ways of interacting with people based on how much he liked them. for example he was a lot rougher with Kuroo than with other people that he considered to be his friends, playing pranks on him and arguing with him because he felt that Kuroo knew him well enough and wouldnt take it the wrong way like some people had in the past however he treated Keiji very differently as he would constantly ask him for approval even though he was younger and was no where near the ace position which Bokuto valued so highly, most of the time when he had his mood swings he would usually push Keiji away as if he didnt deserve him and he listened to Keiji a lot more and while he didnt have any problems with that it did strike him as odd, as bokuto wasnt one to treat his friends differently. Akaashi knew, however, that if he were to address his suspicions it could very easily end in embarrassment and that there were a couple of girls in Bokuto’s year that, dispite barely knowing anything of his personality, were all over him, and now that they were all out of school they would probably attempt to ask him out or get closer to him, and anyway, he didnt even know if Bokuto was gay and honestly, he wasnt sure if he himself was gay, and while his parents were in no way homophobic, there were no gay people in his family and the thought of coming out or, coming home with a boyfriend made him a little nervous. He had always tried to suppress anything more than feelings of friendship for people as he knew that at their age relationships would never last and he hoped that these feelings would pass just as quickly as they had arisen.
Almost walking past his own house, Akaashi snapped out of his train of thought and walked quickly inside, the familiar smell of home hit him, overwhelming his senses and relaxing him, he took a second before putting his shoes to the side and wandering into the kitchen for a cold drink, checking his phone as he did so...
