Akaashi and Bokuto won the poll. So, here we go.
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“Cuddles and sniffles.” A BoAka Snzfic/Sickfic.
Content warning: I make Akaashi a lot more talkative than he actually is, he’s canonically weird; sooo, I’m making him have the kink, lol. Bokuto being oblivious. Sneezing, congestion, a little mention of them kissing, nothing too explicit on that. And of course; they’re aged up. Living in an apartment together.
If this is too vanilla for ya —- you don’t gotta read!!
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What did he get himself into? A rhetorical question, really. Akaashi had no idea what he got himself into. He had just gotten back home from work; fixing his glasses quietly after just cleaning them off. The office was packed today, full of people as it had been an eventful week of handing out different books. Akaashi needed a bit of time to breathe, and then he felt something off. Very, very off.
His nose twitched.
Huh.
Usually it never did that? He rarely got sick, nor did he ever sneeze.
Akaashi may have loved, loved a little too well, Bokuto sneezing. But he—himself? Hated sneezing. Why? It was a natural bodily function, after all. Why would he hate something everyone else did? Akaashi just, doesn’t like much about himself. He hasn’t since high school. Sometimes the overthinking and depression took over but, besides that, he has the most beautiful and important person in his life.
Bokuto.
Akaashi sighed, lifting a hand to rub lightly at his twitching nose. Pausing when he felt two large, muscular arms warm around him. Bokuto. He looked over, the other man had a huge smile, those golden-brown eyes full of happiness. His hair was down for once, the gray and black strands looked even more enticing than ever. Akaashi took a moment to stare, then smiled a very tiny bit.
“Hello, love.” “KAASHI!! Hi!” Bokuto shouted, squeezing Akaashi in a hug. They stayed like that for a moment until Akaashi finally let his facial expression take over, he turned his head away and paused, a single hitch of his breath then a silent stifle. Bokuto opened his eyes, glancing up then tilted his head. He raised a hand, taking Akaashi’s own away from his face. “I talked to you about stifling, ‘Kaashi.”
“Mm? Oh. Sorry.” Akaashi muttered, sniffling quietly as he cleared his throat. Bokuto sighed, gently smiling then kissed Akaashi’s forehead. “You’re warm. Feeling ill?” He asked. And Akaashi just sighed, letting his glasses slip down his nose a bit. “Just a bit…” Akaashi said, sniffling quietly. Bokuto smiled a little. “C’mon Keiji, let’s get you to bed.” “Yeah, okay.” The two men made their way to the bedroom, changing and proceeded to start lying down.
Silence.
Then suddenly-
“Hh—HGX’chu! Ugh, d—hh—XN’GT! Ow…hh—hih—ha—itc’achu!”
Poor Akaashi. He was trying to speak but the sneezes kept coming. Bokuto took the tissue box off the nightstand, taking some tissues out of it and passing them to Akaashi. “Goodness, baby, bless you.” “Mm…thank you, Kou’.” Akaashi replied quietly, taking some tissues to blow his nose. “You want medicine yet?” “No…just—chu! Sorry.” Akaashi felt his face scrunch up again with a more quieter and gentle sneeze, he blew his nose again, coughing quietly.
“Bless you, Keiji.” “May we cuddle…p—fuck, as’chsiew! Ughh…I’m so sorry.” Akaashi rubbed at his twitchy, red nose. Bokuto just smiled. “Time to sleep.” He then tackled Akaashi to the bed. Bokuto knew how to make Akaashi feel comfortable and better, it was the same the other way around.
Akaashi buried his face into Bokuto’s chest, feeling his nose twitch. “Dammit, I gotta—“ his breathe hitched; instantly lifting his hands and cupped them over his mouth and nose. “Heshuroo!” This one being extra itchy sounding. “Oh Keiji, need another tissue?” Bokuto asked, already reaching for the box. “Yes, please. Sorry I don’t…hh—I can’t st—stop…hih—hah—ugh. It went away.” Bokuto just smiled. “We’ll sleep it off.” Leaning down and giving Akaashi a gentle kiss.
