#bokukonoaka

[strawberrysat0ri]

Boyfriends dare I say.. They knew what they were doing

[ev3rmoore]

I made this on flipaclip so please don’t kill me for the poor quality art LMAO.

Also as a key:

Blue - Akaashi, Yellow - Bokuto, Green - Konoha, Brown - Komi, Gray - Washio, Pink - Hanamaki

[nanisketchs]

if no one draws my ship... i shall draw it myself!

(i think this is the less sketchy thing i have ever drawn for a haikyuu fanart)

but pls bokukonoaka!

[kuromantic]

Whumptober Day 17: Drugged

TW: Overdose + Drugs 

Bokuto’s world was monochrome. The colours had faded away into muddy browns and greys, dripping off himself and his surroundings. Sounds were just background clutter that hurt his ears and made his headaches worse. Nothing popped out full of bubbly colour, captivating him like when he was a child.

“Bokuto, get up. We’re going to a party!”

Konoha shook Bokuto awake, excitement overflowing from his expression. Bokuto blinked, using Konoha to slowly manoeuvre himself off the bed. Truth be told, Bokuto didn’t like college parties. The noises were too much, and the lights were blinding. But Konoha did, and even Akaashi had agreed to go. That said a lot, considering that Akaashi was even more of a stay-at-home person. Bokuto couldn’t be a disappointment to them all over again.

“Alright, alright. Jus’ lemme get changed out of these.” Bokuto yanked the top of his hoodie off his head, tossing it on the couch that he was snoozing on. He groaned with satisfaction as he cracked his joints, stretching his body out after his nap. He didn’t feel any better after sleeping. His chest was still weighed down with heavy dread, reminding him that depression wasn’t going to go away just because he did something to care for himself once in a while.

Konoha ruffled Bokuto’s hair, attempting to get it to stick up like it did with a liberal amount of hair gel. “You wanna go, right? If you don’t, it’s okay. There are a few snacks in the fridge.” Konoha kissed Bokuto’s forehead, smoothing out the tension in his boyfriend’s shoulders. Only Konoha and Akaashi knew that Bokuto wasn’t the same energetic goofball from high school, but it was enough for Bokuto. He didn’t like talking about his deteriorating mental health.

“No, I’ll go.” Bokuto stated, changing into some decently fashionable clothes that Konoha picked out for him. He knew Konoha loved dressing his two boyfriends up, admiring their beauty and peeling off their perfect clothes in the comfort of their bedroom. Bokuto couldn’t crush Konoha’s excitement. He loved him too much. “Now come on. Let’s drag Akaashi into our bullshit.” He drew back his hand and gave Konoha’s ass a hard smack, giggling maniacally.

Konoha let out a squawk akin to a surprised bird after a human came too close. “Bokuto, you bastard! I hope you choke on dick, asshole!” He wheeled around and kicked Bokuto’s leg, but the childish grin on Bokuto’s face remained prominent.

“I hope it’s yours,” Bokuto clapped back, without missing a beat.

Konoha’s smile was instantly wiped off his face, and a deepening blush took over. “Oh god, Bokuto. Why are you like this?” Bokuto laughed, knowing Konoha loved seeing him perform every sexy act known to mankind.

“You know you looove me, KonohaAH!”

It was Bokuto who screamed this time, after Akaashi stuck his icy hands up his shirt. “You are so very cruel, Bokuto-san. Leaving me to rot while you have all the fun with Konoha-san,” The youngest chuckled devilishly, tickling Bokuto’s neck.

Bokuto squirmed, curving himself backwards sharply and trapping Akaashi’s hand in his neck. “Waaah, Akaashi! StAHp-!”

“Alright, lovebirds.” Konoha clapped his hands, dragging the screeching Bokuto over to the front door. “Let’s go. Unless we’re going to arrive fashionably late.”

“You say that as if you’re not the third canary hopelessly trapped in this love circle.” Akaashi followed, pushing Bokuto out of the door from behind.

Konoha scratched his cheek shyly, averting his gaze. “Right. I was just so used to pining on my own in high school.” He let out a ‘heh’, groaning as Bokuto pinched his cheeks.

“We love you, Konoha! Our dear sweetie, shnookums, splendiddlious-“

“I get it, Bokuto.” Konoha chopped Bokuto’s head with a soft sigh on his lips. Bokuto remained oblivious, planting sloppy kisses all over Konoha’s neck and shoulders. “God, you sap. We’re outside,” he warned, but Bokuto paid no attention. He continued to kiss Konoha lazily, burying his face in his skin.

“Speaking of sweetie.” Bokuto lifted his face from the soft, pleasant surface. “I want us to start using first names. I’m Koutarou, or Kou! Konoha’s Akinori, and Akaashi’s gonna be Keiji from now on!”

Akaashi and Konoha looked at Bokuto, and then at each other before bouncing into laughter. “It’ll take me a while to drop the honorifics. You guys were my senpais in high school.” Akaashi pointed out, not mentioning Konoha or Bokuto’s name.

“But we gotta start somewhere! So, we’re staring now!” Bokuto concluded, taking no objections. “Keiji, Akinori! Keiji, Akinori!” He chanted over and over like a mantra, waving his hips as an attempt of a seductive dance. Konoha snorted, while Akaashi rolled his eyes. Bokuto kept his mouth running, distracting himself from the prospect of going to a party he wasn’t entirely sure about attending.

After a few drinks, Bokuto had hoped that he could somewhat have fun or at least integrate into the crowd as something other than the background. But all he wanted to do was to go home and spoon with his boyfriends. He couldn’t stop his eyes from darting around anxiously, checking to see if anyone was staring at him weird.

Obnoxious was Bokuto’s middle name during high school. He saw himself being the life of college parties, striking up a conversation with everyone he knew. But his state right now was exactly what Kenma would do if Kuroo took him to any sort of social gathering. Trying to melt into the background, not interacting with people he didn’t know for a year or more. Bokuto let the alcohol force a grin on his face. He was having fun, he had to when Konoha and Akaashi glanced at him.

The sky was grey inside Bokuto’s heart. No rain, only dark patches of cloud blocking out the sunshine that he desperately needed. He didn’t want to die, he was sure of that. The alternative to it was just not as appealing as he wanted it to be. So he was stuck, floating in the greyness that consumed him whole for days at a time.

“Hey. You. Wanna come over for some drugs?”

Bokuto slowly lifted his head to come face-to-face with a shorter male, holding out a hand to him. “What- what do you mean? Why?” He spluttered, his mind not catching up to what he was being offered. “What do they do?”

“You look fucking exhausted. It’ll help you relax.” The man clapped him on his back, in an almost sympathetic way. “It won’t hurt you if you don’t make too much of it. Are you in or are you not?”

Bokuto nodded, without thinking. His mind was too loud, and he needed something to quieten it down. Nothing could hurt him if he didn’t use too much of it.

So he let it happen, taking the pills that were handed to him. “Call me if you need more. From the look on your face, you’ll probably come back.” Bokuto could barely manage a nod. He hadn’t counted the number of tablets that he had forced into his system. The noise around him was amplified, and he silently slumped against a wall to wait for the pills to take effect.

Bokuto didn’t realise what was happening, at first. Everything was calming down, and he was swimming in the midst of a slow motion film. He needed to get back to Konoha or Akaashi. He didn’t like being drowsy and swaying on his own. He staggered his way through the house, half-lidded eyes scanning the room for either of the familiar faces.

“Bokuto! Whoa, whoa, whoa. How much did you have to drink?”

Before Bokuto could comprehend what was happening, Konoha was right in his face, peering in cautiously. He opened his mouth to respond, but his brain wasn’t cooperating with his vocal chords. “I didn’t ha- have anythin’,” he slurred, not noticing Akaashi right behind him until he caught him swaying sideways.

“You’re about to topple over, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi pointed out casually, letting Bokuto rest his head on his shoulder. With a defeated huff, Bokuto realised that he was going to be taken home. He didn’t particularly want to stay, so he was glad to finally have a breath of fresh air when he stepped outside.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get this dork home.” Konoha leaned in for a kiss, then drew back in mild surprise. “He only smells like he had a couple of drinks, though. Weird,” he muttered, and Bokuto couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to. He needed to know where he was, and how he had gotten there with so little recollection.

A twinge of pain seized Bokuto’s stomach as he was half-carried by Akaashi. A groan escaped his lips, and his hand wrapped around his middle to calm down the cramping that started up without warning. “Bokuto? You okay?” Konoha whispered, but Bokuto couldn’t say anything. He gave a weary nod, leaning into him for support. His arm was twitching as well, but he couldn’t let Konoha see that.

The realisation crept up on him. He had taken drugs that were probably illegal. Would he get arrested for it? What would become of Akaashi and Konoha? Their dream apartment?

Bokuto closed his eyes with all the force that he had. He was staggering even with Akaashi and Konoha’s help, and he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off the aftereffects of the drugs. His body agreed with him, a little too much. He almost slipped into a state of sleep, but Konoha slapped his head to keep him awake and alert.

“Bokuto-san, are you okay?” Akaashi shook him firmly, after he almost fell face first into the ground for the fifth time. “Can you tell me what date it is today?” He asked, tapping Bokuto’s shoulder repeatedly to elicit a response out of him. The only sound that escaped him was a low groan, which caused Akaashi to shake him harder. “Bokuto-san, answer me. You don’t look okay.”

“I don’t know,” Bokuto wailed, shaking his head as he curled in on himself. “I don’t know, okay? Just please, let me rest. My head hurts, and my stomach-“ he cut himself off with a retch, doubling over on the ground. A sudden wave of intense nausea he’d never experienced before hit him full on, leaving him no choice but to empty his stomach on the pavement below.

“Oh, shit. He’s really out of it, Akaashi. What do we do?” Konoha rubbed Bokuto’s back from bottom up, encouraging him to get everything out of his system and over with. “You’re okay, Bokuto. Just let it happen. You’ll know not to drink so much next time, right?” His tone was kind and soothing, but Bokuto continued to sob as he was violently sick again.

The spasms in Bokuto’s stomach worsened, leaving him panting on the ground and clutching his stomach desperately. “I want to go home,” he scrambled for Konoha’s arm, once he found out he couldn’t stand up on his own. “Where are we right now? What am I even doing here in the first place?”

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi murmured fearfully, pressing a hand to Bokuto’s forehead. “This is five minutes away from college campus. Are you sure you’re all right? How much did you have to drink, exactly?”

Bokuto shook his head, his shoulder muscles twitching. “Only a couple of glasses, ‘kaashi.” A surge of dizziness swept him off his feet, knocking him down to the ground again. He could only imagine the look of disappointment on Akaashi’s face when he admitted that he had taken drugs, from someone he didn’t even know. He had brought it on himself, and they would probably leave him to die if they knew what he had done to his own body. He deserved to rot. He was always a burden who couldn’t keep his mental health under check anyway. Akaashi and Konoha could work perfectly as a couple without him.

“A couple? You’re acting like you’ve downed entire bottles in the space of a few hours.” Akaashi’s voice had a hint of concern in it, but Bokuto could tell that he was incredibly cross. He didn’t even blame him. “Tell me the truth, Bokuto-san. You’re being irresponsible with your body. You need to know your limits, or else this is going to happen all over again. I don’t want to see you like this.”

Bokuto opened his mouth to apologise, but what he wanted to say wasn’t being assembled to words inside his brain. Everything was foggy, trapped inside his throat and refusing to come out as spoken sounds. Instead, a low gurgle sounded at the back of his throat, and he vomited onto the ground again. Some splattered onto his fingers, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His abused stomach felt like it had a knife stuck into it and twisted many times. His throat was scraped raw, and his breath was getting more and more choked up.

“Oh, god. You poor thing.” Konoha cringed in sympathy, patting Bokuto comfortingly. “Just focus on taking some deep breaths. You can get some rest soon, so hang in there for just a few more minutes, okay?”

Bokuto was shaking violently, but he finally managed to open his mouth and say something. “No,” he shook his head, breathing in slow gasps. “I think I need an ambulance,” he rasped out, fighting to keep himself awake.

“You’re not that intoxicated, Bokuto!” Konoha sighed in mild exasperation, but Akaashi pulled out his phone with a more unsure look on his face. “What makes you think you need one?” He still queried, touching Bokuto’s skin that was rapidly losing its colour and warmth. “You’re really cold. Do you know what’s going on?”

Bokuto’s eyes brimmed with tears. “It- it wasn’t the alcohol,” he sobbed. He was getting taken into the confusion inside his head a little more each second, and it was a struggle to form a sentence when he felt like passing out right there and then. “I took some pills that I wasn’t supposed to!” He blurted out, not caring that he was saying something so incredibly disappointing. He was going to die if he didn’t say anything, which was something that could have happened if he was a few minutes too late.

“You what?” Akaashi looked like he was about to slap him, but instead handed his phone to Konoha and crouched down beside Bokuto. “What did you take? And how much?” Bokuto noticed that Akaashi was more desperate than angry, holding his arm tightly to keep him awake. “Konoha-san, call an ambulance! Now!”

Konoha scrambled to type the numbers for an emergency call, muttering terrified curses into himself. “I don’t know, more than… five, I think.” Bokuto mumbled, his hand twitching as he tried to reach inside his pocket. There had to be that slip of paper with the dealer’s number. “My pocket,” he mumbled, and Akaashi wasted no time before turning them both inside out and grabbing for Bokuto’s phone and the slip of paper.

“What did you give to my boyfriend?” Akaashi’s voice was cold, filled with concerned anger. “He’s the one with the spiky hair.” A beat and a pause later, he started yelling in a tone that Bokuto never heard him use before. “Well fucking hell, tell him that! Do you think he’s ever done this before? Why did you put him in a fucking situation like this?!”

Konoha stared at Akaashi, terrified out of his wits, but carried on making the phone call. “What’s the name of what he had?” Konoha asked, and Akaashi seemed to have calmed down as he gave him a name. “He started throwing up a few minutes ago, and he’s really disoriented. His- breathing? Akaashi, is Bokuto breathing?”

“Very slowly,” Akaashi leaned his ear into Bokuto’s mouth worriedly, drawing back after Bokuto started coughing and throwing up what looked like water at that point. “Fuck. Don’t choke, please. Don’t!” His collected exterior was completely shattered as he was tipped over the edge. He couldn’t watch one of his boyfriends on the verge of a coma while the other frantically called the ambulance. “I- I don’t know what to do, I don’t know!” He screamed, covering his face while spilling frustrated tears.

“Akaashi, the ambulance is here. Bokuto’s gonna be okay,” Konoha hugged his boyfriend tearfully, stroking his hair while he waited for the vehicle to come closer. They were taken inside the ambulance for further questioning while Bokuto remained unresponsive, even when the treatments turned invasive. “He’s strong. He’s gonna pull through.”

As a paramedic approached them, Akaashi and Konoha froze up, fearing for the worst. Bokuto looked so fragile carried into the ambulance. The strongest person they knew was limp and unresponsive in the face of possible death. They knew Bokuto didn’t want to overdose and fall unconscious. He just wanted a break from his mind that yelled at him, belittled him for not being a good enough student, a good enough boyfriend.

“He will be all right. His body is very weak right now, but he is reacting well to the treatment. An overnight stay at the hospital will improve his condition significantly.”

Akaashi and Konoha silently embraced, tears staining each other’s shirts. “He’s gonna survive, Ak- Keiji.” Konoha called Akaashi by his name, just as Bokuto wanted him to. He couldn’t let Bokuto die without granting his wish. When he woke up, they would call him Koutarou as many times as Bokuto wanted him to.

[nanisketchs]