#bokaashi

[decroby]

In art museum

Bokuto, carrying akaashi: *slams him down gently* I am here to donate art

Akaashi:*blushes*

[violetteatime]

just had an exam where i had to write a scene given a prompt. wrote akaashi x bokuto fanfiction. someone kill me. please. 

[bokhooto]

A Real Story, I Swear!

But it's gay. (This is the Powerhouse school training camp time))

"Hoo is this?" Bokuto wondered. Kuroo smiled, raising his hand in the air dramatically. "Well you see, this is Tsukishima!" He cried out. Tsukishima seems unamused as Kuroo laughed. Bokuto made a face, a perplexed but interested face. "What does he do?" Bokuto poked.

"I'm a human you know, I do what you do." Tsukishima snarled. Kuroo laughed once again. "HE is my apprentice blocker, you know?" Kuroo explained, crossing his arms. Bokuto smiled.

"Well, welcome!" Bokuto said. Hinata turned the corner with Kenma riding on his shoulders. Tsukishima and Hinata quickly made eye contact. Bokuto noticed. "You 2 know each other?" They nodded. Kuroo glanced. "They're on the same team."

A heated atmosphere appeared, but Kenma quickly countered it. "Hinata, I can toss for you." He said, quickly turning them to the opposite net. As there were only 2 nets, Bokuto tried to watch Tsukishima, but found his eyes on a bigger spectacle.

4-5 foot jump in the air. It dazzled Bokuto. Kuroo tried to keep the distractions to a minimum, trying to show off his pupil and what not, but found it was incredibly hard.

Bokuto wandered over, and tapped his shoulder. "Hey shrimp, nice jump," he commented. Hinata's eyes lit up. "Thank you!"

Bokuto felt a rushing through his heart. He quickly turned, not giving it a second thought. He sprinted out like a maniac, Kuroo following behind. They both ran, stomping down a passageway. People watched, annoyed.

They came to a halt. A door marked "Fukorodani" was what they stood in front of. Kuroo looked confused, hearing Karasuno and Aoba Josai open their doors.

Kuroo rushed them inside, trying to hide from the angry Daichi, or Iwazumi. Bokuto looked inside the room. No one but Akaashi lied on a bed that was set next to his own. "Where is everyone?" Bokuto wondered. "They're all either taking a bath or doing some late night practicing," Akaashi replied. Bokuto nodded.

Bokuto quickly grabbed his hand. "That's perfect. Follow me!" Bokuto yelled. Confused Akaashi and Kuroo followed behind Bokuto who was sprinting at high speeds.

They did their best to keep up, but it was hard, Bokuto seemed exceptionally excited at the moment. When they all exited the building, Kuroo noticed the direction Bokuto headed in, and he assumed Akaashi did too.

They rounded a few more corners, and then, finally arrived at the gym, where Hinata and Kenma had some how gotten Nishinoya and Lev to play, despite their fatigue.

Bokuto hooted loudly, catching not only the attention of those 4, but quite a few other players practicing. Hinata stopped mid-air jump. He missed the spike, the ball dropped down. Bokuto ran over to him, and as startled as he was, Hinata seemed to be quite calm looking. *damn Kageyama*

Bokuto stopped, breaking a sweat Akaashi followed behind, looking tired and annoyed. Bokuto picked up Hinata. "We're adopting this one." He laughed.

Akaashi, who fought back well, began to smile and giggle. "Maybe if Daichi wasn't on their team." He joked. Bokuto smiled. Kuroo, with no interest wandered over to Kenma. "How sweet." Lev laughed. Nishinoya giggled along. Kuroo sighed. "I'm happy for them and shit, but Jesus Christ, they are lovey dovey."

Kenma looked at him. "Kuroo why are you acting like this, did Oikawa do something to you?" Kenma asked. Kuroo sighed. "I don't know, maybe I'm bitter and jealous." He admitted. "I'm so fabulous, and a fucking owl gets more love than I do." Kuroo said. Kenma growled at Kuroo. "Snap out of it."

Kuroo smiled. "Why aren't you Fiesty tonight." He teased. Kenma grinned. "There, now you're yourself again,"

Kuroo ran back over to Bokuto. "Bro, the gym is closing up." He muttered. Bokuto sighed. "That's too bad, I guess OWL have to come here tomorrow."

"Bro."

"Bro."

"I'm Akaashi and I'm suffering." Akaashi cried. Hinata stood there in confusion..

(That's it for now, I need to go look at some iwaoi)

[chanskitchen]

when your straight male friend really wants to join in the conversation about gay ships

[haikyuufuckyeah]

In-toxic-ated

Akaashi wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to go out drinking with Bokuto, but he was definitely sure that he regretted doing so.

Akaashi wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to go out drinking with Bokuto, but he was definitely sure that he regretted doing so. Having no alcohol himself, he watched Bokuto sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness as the night wore on. Eventually, he took his captain by the arm and dragged him back to his house. Bokuto’s parents were conveniently not home, allowing them to enter without question, but that meant Akaashi had to look after his drunken teammate alone. He dumped Bokuto in the kitchen and leaned against the counter with a sigh, ignoring his friend in favor of staring at the floor. He could stay here, probably get no sleep, and make sure Bokuto was okay; he could leave Bokuto to fend for himself and go to sleep on the couch, but risk his captain injuring himself or falling asleep on top of him; or he could go home, and have Bokuto end up sad and confused in the morning. As inconvenient as it was, the third option was definitely the worst. Akaashi would have to stay here.

Plan decided, Akaashi’s attention shifted back to Bokuto. He had found a bottle of vodka while Akaashi had been thinking, and was working on pouring some into a shot glass. A good portion of it was landing on the counter or his hand rather than glass, though, and his younger teammate decided that Bokuto should probably be cut off for the night.

“Enough.” Akaashi stepped forward, taking the bottle from his captain. “Can you even form sentences any more?” Examining the bottle, Akaashi discovered that it was actually nice vodka. He would have to make sure Bokuto didn’t get his hands on any more, his parents probably wouldn’t approve of their underage son drinking their expensive alcohol. Bokuto whined when the bottle was taken away, but instantly distracted himself by downing the shot he had poured. Akaashi shook his head with a tiny smile: Bokuto’s mood swings were even worse when he was drunk.

“Hey, Keiji…” Akaashi looked up. Bokuto didn’t usually call him by his first name, but they were alone and he was drunk off his ass, so Keiji wasn’t surprised.

“What, Kotaro?” May as well respond in the same way, Keiji decided. It wasn’t like the captain was going to remember this, anyway.

“You ever… Y’ever heard of Britney Speaks?”

“Do you mean Britney Spears?”

“Yeahh… Yeah. Her. You know ‘er?”

“I’ve heard her name.”

Kotaro grinned at him and stumbled out to the living room, tripping over the rug on his way. He stood up with a laugh and kept walking until he reached the other side of the room. Keiji watched with concern but disinterest. He was honestly surprised Kotaro hadn’t managed to break anything yet. The captain reached his destination, looking around for a few moments before whining and grumbling that he had forgotten something. He made his way back to Keiji, picking up an iPod from the shelf nearby. He turned to his teammate and winked, then noticed the bottle of vodka still in Keiji’s hand.

“Hey, have some fun! ‘S not that bad.” Kotaro told his classmate with an intoxicated grin. Keiji raised an eyebrow skeptically, but agreed to have a sip with a bit more prodding from his captain. He poured some into a shot glass like the one Kotaro had been using, then recapped and set down the bottle. He picked up the little glass reluctantly, now entirely ignoring Kotaro, then shut his eyes and downed it. Bluh. It was bitter and nasty, and burned the back of his throat as he swallowed. Blinking his stinging eyes, he fought back a shudder as he turned back to his captain. He was never doing that again.

Kotaro had made it back across the room, iPod in hand. He turned around to watch Keiji take his shot, though, and grinned when he had finished.

“See? I told you it wasn’ that bad.” he said upon seeing Keiji’s usual emotionless expression. Keiji didn’t respond, instead moving out of the kitchen and perching on the edge of the couch. Kotaro grinned at him, plugging his iPod into a pair of speakers and struggling to enter the passcode to get to his music.

Keiji decided that sight was pitiful, and allowed himself to stand up to help his captain. He took the device from Kotaro, then stared at the passcode screen for a moment. Kotaro was simple-minded; it was probably a pattern or a birthday. September 20, 1998 was the captain’s birthday, so maybe 0998? Ninth month, year ‘98. He entered the code and unlocked the iPod, then handed it back to his captain. Kotaro was to inebriated to care that Keiji had figured out his password, and just grinned at the setter before turning his attention to the device. Keiji sat back down on the couch again while the captain scrolled through his music, then jumped a little when music started playing.

Kotaro set down his iPod and immediately started dancing. Horribly, obviously, but he kept dancing regardless. Keiji recognized the song as “Toxic,” by Britney Spears. He didn’t react to either the song or the dancing until Kotaro started singing along. He kept up his dance as well and started getting progressively closer to Keiji, singing specifically to him. Keiji allowed himself a little chuckle, watching his captain with an amused expression. Kotaro grinned when he laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to join the dance. Keiji sighed, letting himself be pulled to his feet but neither dancing or singing.

“C’mon, Keiji! Sing with me!” Kotaro took a break from singing to tell his teammate.  He immediately resumed the song, but didn’t know the words for that verse. He opted instead for a random series of “Buh duh dee doo dah dah!” then continued singing to the instrumental part once the words ended. Keiji actually smiled at that, allowing another laugh to pass his lips. Kotaro was ecstatic that he had managed to get Keiji to smile, and continued singing with twice the enthusiasm. He managed to pull Keiji into the dance with him, just about forcing the setter to move. Keiji reluctantly obliged, causing Kotaro to beg him to sing along. Rolling his eyes, Keiji muttered a couple words. If he didn’t sing, Kotaro would sulk again. If he did, he would be embarrassed but the captain probably wouldn’t remember anyway. The second option was better, then.

Kotaro sang louder as Keiji began to mouth the words, proud that he had succeeded in making his straight-faced setter sing. Much to Keiji’s relief, the song ended soon after. Kotaro frowned when the music shut off, but smiled again as he let himself be dragged to his room by Keiji. He collapsed onto his bed, but wouldn’t let go of Keiji’s wrist. A few more scenarios ran through the setters head: pull away and risk a sad Kotaro, stand there until the captain fell asleep and then run, or just give up and fall asleep next to him? Keiji grudgingly decided on the third option; it caused the least trouble. Kotaro giggled drunkenly when Keiji carefully lay down, but stopped the setter as he tried to move to the opposite side of the bed by latching onto him like a teddy bear. Keiji sighed, but made no attempt to move. They fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, Keiji found himself still latched onto by Kotaro. He tried to move aside carefully to get some water, but stopped when the captain woke up.

“Mornin’, Keiji…” Kotaro yawned.

“Hey, Kotaro.”

Kotaro surprised him with a little laugh. “I didn’t know you knew the words to ‘Toxic’.”

Keiji stuttered. “You mean you actually remember that?”

“I wasn’t as drunk as I seemed.” the captain responded, sitting up. “See, I have a very high alcohol tolerance! One of the best I know of-” he cringed, slouching again and holding his head. “But I get a horrible hangover… Would you mind getting me some water?”

Keiji stared at him for a moment, not surprised. Was there anything about himself that Kotaro wasn’t proud of? He allowed himself a little smile. What a simple-minded guy.

“Sure, Kotaro. I’ll go get you some water.”