oh boy oh boy, here we go again
FALLING FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FRIEND
part two of Bokuto's
↬ CHARACTERS: Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader
↬ GENRE: major fluff! | chaotic crack as fuck | only if you laugh lol | bokuto is a babie pls | romance | mutual pining but y'all are dumb | no offense
↬ WARNING: mentions of blood, gore, violence, posession | appearance of bokuto's thick thighs
↬ wc: 4k~ this went longer than expected oops
a/n: who would have thought we'll have part 2 of Bokuto's? thank you @thepotatoanne01 for requesting! now i have reasons to procrastinate my academics, kidding lol. i hope yall enjoy this major toothrooting fluff ☆
Bokuto Koutarouㅡpart two
part 2 continues where the previous one left off
now that your awkward ass is finally acquainted with your brother's friend, Bokuto Koutarou
unexpected conflicts rise
and suddenly,
you're pregnant??
"So, how was it?”
Your brother asks the boy holding a file between his hands. Bokuto has his eyebrows crossed and eyes focused on the document handed by your brother. As the captain of Fukurodani, he is also responsible for tasks concerning the team. This includes checking the official list of members for club budgeting. Bokuto hums in question, but orbs still fixated on the paper.
“The other day when you gave cookies to my sister. Did she open the door for you, or did she simply shout and instruct you to leave the cookies at the doorstep of her bedroom?”
Bokuto finally looks up to his friend after signing the document. His lips curl, and his right eyebrow shoots up.
“It actually went well.” Bokuto hands the file back to your brother, sighing, perhaps drained from reading a bunch of standard text. Your brother lets out an airy laugh.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Bokuto nods. “We watched a movie after I gave her the cookies.” Your brother’s mouth falls ajar.
“YOU’RE SHITTING ME!” He screams, a type of reaction your prim-and-proper brother rarely does. Plus, the fact that he cursed too is something extraordinary. The captain and ace nods again. Your brother continues. “What did you both watch?”
“50 First Dates.” Bokuto nonchalantly says.
“A ROMANCE MOVIE?” the whites of the eyes of your brother shows as he refuses to believe what he’s hearing.
“Why? Is that something special?” Bokuto asks when he observes your brother losing his shit over something somewhat normal for him. Your brother pulls the rim of his collared uniform, adjusting his neck to each side before clearing his throat.
“Okay, first.” He raises one finger in the air. “My sister lives in a cave.”
“Cave?” Bokuto mutters to himself, scratching his chin as he ponders.
“She hates interacting with new people, or maybe she isn’t comfortable with new people, but either way, you get my point. So, the most I could imagine her doing was thanking you for the cookies then shutting the door on your face, but she didn’t! That’s something that surprises me. And then now you’re telling me…” your brother swallows, shutting his eyes and tilting his head to the side as disbelief washes over him. “You watched a movie with her. To be specific, a romance movie.” He emphasizes the words to Bokuto.
“And?” The captain of the volleyball team peers at his friend sideways. Obviously confused about what’s he is pertaining to.
“You know, she would rather stab herself in the throat than watch two people be lovey-dovey on the screen.” Your brother speaks monotonously. His eyes are dead serious as he looks at his friend.
“That’s a bit too much.” Bokuto counters.
“It’s the reality.”
“No, because when we watched the movie together, she was blushing the majority of the time. I had my eyes on her at almost every scene, and I think it’s cute that she tries to hide the blush on her cheeks by tucking her legs up on the couch and covering her face with a pillow.”
Your brother blinks repeatedly. His jaw unclenched as he lets the words sink in. He breaks the silence.
"Bokuto, are you sure you went to the same address ‘cause that’s not my sister.” Bokuto pouts cutely.
“You were there when I arrived, remember? When I was knocking on her door, you were on your way out.” The owl-looking boy laid out facts that consequently only made the pulse in your brother’s temples pound louder. Bokuto was right, and your brother knows that. He was there when he came by to give you cookies, but the overwhelming information he learned today was too much for him to comprehend.
Soon, the coach of Fukurodani volleyball team whistles, signaling the start of practices. Bokuto then jogs back to the court after waving your brother farewell.
~~
Surprisingly, a couple of days after the revelation of what happened between you and Bokuto, everything went back to normal. The last time you spoke with the captain and ace was when he gave you cookies. Thankfully, your brother is slowly getting over the fact that you were an entirely different person in front of his friend.
"Bokuto! Have you seen my sister?" Your brother shouts from the entrance of the gym. The boy he called and his teammates are currently practicing service. He stands behind two members, waiting for his turn.
"I didn't!" Bokuto shouts back then he realizes, you're not a student from Fukurodani, so why is his friend asking about your whereabouts. His questions were answered when your brother spoke.
"She's visiting Fukurodani since she was around the area. We were supposed to go home together, and I told her to wait for me at the volleyball gym, but my schedule changed. Tell her I'll be at the student council office if she drops by. She knows where it is." Your brother says in a hurry. He didn't even bother waiting for Bokuto's reply when he left the gym. Nonetheless, Bokuto nods.
After the strenuous practice, Bokuto decided to freshen up in the restroom. Coincidentally, he sees you running around the corner upon exiting the gym. Tagged with a friend, you entered the female's comfort room.
You immediately pushed yourself inside an empty cubicle. Lowering your back, your friend quickly gathers your hair in one hand. Your stomach grumbles loudly before the acid in your insides crawls up to your throat, subsequently making you throw up all the half-digested food in your body.
"That's the second time today, (y/n). Are you sure you're okay?" Your friend asks. Your good friend was kind enough to tag along with you to Fukurodani to meet with your brother. Your pale face worried her, thinking you might pass out before you could meet with your sibling.
"I'm fine." You wipe your mouth using your handkerchief.
At this very moment, Bokuto is already standing outside of the females' comfort room, waiting for you to come out and tell you about the details your brother asked him to.
"I think I'm pregnant." You joke, smiling weakly at your friend. The latter giggles quietly before smacking you on the arm.
Bokuto panics. He knows that he wasn't supposed to be the first person to know about your news. You're pregnant. Bokuto immediately rushes back to the gym and looks for his working brain cell.
Akaashi Keiji.
"AKAASHI!!" He calls for the setter. His loud voice earned curious gazes from the other members. Bokuto spots the younger near the net, and instantly he rushes to him.
"Bokuto-san, what's wrong?" Despite the panic on Bokuto's face, Akaashi remained calm.
"The situation is complicated, but there's only one thing I should do." Bokuto dramatically puts his hand on Akaashi's shoulder. He has his head lowered as he comes up with a plan.
"What are you talking about?" The setter asks. Bokuto meets with his eyes.
"It's a big step for me, Akaashi." Bokuto shuts his eyes, then slowly shakes his head to each side, earnestness etched on his face.
Light footsteps resonate from the entrance of the gym. Bokuto turns his head to the source and sees you right away. He sucks in air, removing his hand on the setter's shoulder before turning his body to you.
"Hey, Bokuto-san!" You greet him, but he ignores you by asking,
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He blurts out so loud that everyone in the gym, including the coach, heard his question. Is this a prank? You thought. You open your mouth, but no words roll out. You close it, open it again, and finally find your voice.
"N-no?" You stutter, feeling embarrassed that all eyes are on you now. Bokuto hisses, putting his hand over his temples and massaging it. As if he's stressed out that... you don't have a boyfriend? Wasn't that supposed to be your problem?
"Your brother will get mad." Bokuto purses his lips into a thin line. "But don't worry. I'll get you covered. I am not an expert on this, but I'll help you out." You crumple your face in confusion, waiting for him to say it's an April fools prank on the month of June, but he wasn't joking. He wasn't even near joking.
"I'll call your brother. I'll tell him I'll take you to your house now. But please.." Bokuto nears you. He looks at you in the eyes, and sincerity floods in. "Keep it. I promise I'll help you out." He waits for you to answer him.
"Thanks?" You mutter despite not knowing what he is talking about. Bokuto nods before turning his attention back to the setter.
"Akaashi, I need a favor. I'll text you the list." He says before pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing your brother's number. His conversation him comprises of short responses. When the call was over, he looked at you.
"Your brother agreed. Let's go." He pulls you by the wrist and leaves the gym. He left everyone, even you, baffled with what just happened.
On your way home, Bokuto kept asking about your condition. He is being extra sweet and caring to you today, but something must have caused it. You reach your home, and immediately Bokuto ushers you to lie down on the couch. You oblige and watch him navigate through the kitchen. A few minutes after settling down, the doorbell on the front door rings.
Bokuto pulls the door open to reveal a boy from earlier. Akaashi holds two plastic bags of food, baby bottles, chips, biscuits, and healthy drinks. You greet the setter with a slight bow, and he does the same.
"Thank you, Akaashi." Bokuto takes the bags from Akaashi's grip.
Suddenly you feel the acid in your stomach creep up to your throat. You run to the bathroom, and vomit out kneeling next to the toilet. The conversation of the players' echo in the small apartment.
"What is happening, Bokuto-san?" A voice, seemingly coming from the setter, sounded.
"That's the problem." Bokuto answers, presumbly talking about you puking. You flushed the toilet after pushing yourself up. "She's pregnant."
Your eyes widen, and your feet gain their own life by immediately taking you out to meet the two boys.
"WHAT?!" Your voice increases. The two boys whip their heads to you. You are pregnant, but you are as surprised as them.
"Did I hear that correctly?" You pause, pointing to yourself. "Me? Pregnant?"
"Yes," Bokuto says in confidence.
"I don't even have a boyfriend!" You throw your hands in the air. You can't believe Bokuto thought you were pregnant.
"You can be single and be pregnant," Bokuto argues. Your voice hitches up.
"But I'm a vir-" Your bite down your tongue, holding yourself back from completing the last word of the sentence. Akaashi's eyelids peel open, and a tint of rose paints his cheeks. Likewise, you feel your body heat up from shame.
"You're a vir?" Bokuto, as dense and clueless as he is, asks. This time it's Akaashi's term to put his hand on the captain's shoulder.
"Bokuto-san, don't ask." Akaashi shakes his head to a no. Bokuto glances at him before focusing his eyes back on you.
"I heard you tell your friend you're pregnant in the comfort room," Bokuto utters.
Now it all makes sense. He took your joke seriously. Your brother will get mad at you because you're pregnant at a young age, and the father of your child is unknown. You sigh in frustration, but the idea that he was ready to become a father to your child sends butterflies in your stomach. He even bought you food and baby bottles in preparation for your supposed pregnancy. You bite the insides of your cheeks. You don't know how to feel about this.
"It was a joke." Your voice has calmed. "It was a running joke between us friends that when someone is sick and presumably has symptoms similar to an early stage of pregnancy, we joke about being pregnant. But I'm not. I seriously am not."
"But-" He argues but you cut him off.
"I'm sure. I swear." You say with conviction. While you and Bokuto exchange words, Akaashi notices a familiar box inside a trashcan near the front door. He narrows his eyes as he peers at it then an idea hits him.
"Bokuto-san, when we were making the cookies, and I asked you to get the cocoa powder from the pantry, where did you get it from? The top shelf or the middle shelf?" Akaashi asks out of the blue, changing the topic. Bokuto faces him.
"The top shelf." He answers after thinking it through. Akaashi lets out a dragging sigh.
"I told you to get the cocoa powder from the middle shelf. The one on the top is expired." Bokuto's eyes widen.
"Are you guys talking about the cookies Bokuto-san gave me?" you ask, although you are afraid to know the truth. To your dismay, they both looked at you before nodding.
You are not sure if it's the psychological effect of knowing that you ate a dozen of expired cookies that made your head feel light, or was it because you have thrown up three times. Your eyes begin to see scattered colorful dots. Afterwards, you can't feel your neck. Uou feel as if your head is a balloon floating above your shoulders. Cold beads of sweat form on your forehead, and you're walking towards Bokuto like a lifeless zombie.
"I-I can't feel anything." Your hand grips on Bokuto's shirt as your vision spins. Fortunately, the boy catches you before you finally succumb to unconsciousness.
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the dangling crystals from the light in the living room. Your vision has finally come back to normal, but your body feels heavier. The sound of running water from the kitchen adjacent to the living room lets you know that you have finally gained consciousness. You looked down to your toes and noticed that you were lying on the couch covered in your brother's blanket.
“Brother?” You call, your voice strained. The sound of the running water stops after the squeaking sound from the faucet turning off resonated. A set of footsteps gets louder as the person in your kitchen walks to you. He peers down to you.
“Hey, are you feeling better?” You blink at the image of Bokuto standing next to you. Both his forearms down to his hands are drenched in water. When he reads your confused expression, he explains. “Your brother told me he will be home late, but I informed him about your health, and I asked if it’s okay to stay over at your place until he comes back. He said yes.”
You sit up, looking down on your thighs covered in a soft blanket as your hazy mind processes what he said. Bokuto speaks.
“Also, I took your brother’s blanket because I didn’t want to enter your room without your permission.”
So, that explains why you were tucked in your brother’s duvet. You look around because there were three of you in your apartment the last time you remember. Bokuto was quick to notice who you were looking for.
“Akaashi already went home. I carried you to the sofa after you passed out, and he helped me set the groceries I asked him to buy.” The groceries reminded you of the earlier event. A soft laugh escapes from your lips.
“The baby bottles.” You couldn’t stop yourself from bursting into laughs. You gaze at Bokuto through your lashes and you catch him studying your face as you laugh. He mirrors your smile.
“Sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. When you are done laughing, he locks eyes with you. His golden orbs and cheeky smile let you know he had thought about something. “Do you want to eat? I have an unflavored biscuit in case savory or sweet make you feel sick.” Before you could answer, he was already on his feet, jogging back to the kitchen to grab the so-called biscuit. He comes back holding three packs of it before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You flash him a grateful smile. You tap the space next to you on the couch. He takes the cue and sits next to you.
He has done so much for you despite knowing you for a short time. He was even willing to look after you, pregnant or not. It is nice having him here. With your parents always on a business trips and your brother as equally as busy as them, you are often left alone in this empty house, looking after yourself. It’s not that you complain about how your life came about but with him being here with you, it only reminds you of how reassuring it is to have someone by your side. He is your temporary companion, but you wished he would stay longer, not only for today but for the rest of your counting days. It must be nice to have him.
“Do you like romance movies?” he says out of nowhere, pulling you back to the present day. This is your reality for now. You can selfishly have him as yours, even if it’s just play-pretend.
“Not really.” You reply, watching his face shift as he thinks to himself. He sees you gazing at him in his peripheral vision, thus turning his head to face you.
“Then why did you agree with watching 50 First Dates the last time I went over?”
“Because you liked it. Your face lit up when I asked you about the gist of the movie. How can I say no to that?” You were surprised by how honest your words can be. The corner of his lips pulls up.
“How about we watch a movie, and you get to choose this time?” He suggests. His eyes blaze in excitement as he waits for you to agree.
“Okay.” You nod, and he wriggles his hips into the couch to sit comfortably.
“So, what are we watching?”
“The Conjuring.” He rapidly turns his body towards you. His mouth is open, and his eyes are quivering.
“You like horror?!” you chuckle at how frightened his face looks.
“Yes, and also crime movies. I like gore, death, blood, and all those stuff.” You watch the wrinkles on his face deepen. A rictus grin plays on his lips hence earning another laugh from you.
“You are so different from your brother.” He comments.
“He’s adopted.”
He pauses, eyes staring at you. Albeit, silence takes over.
“It was a joke.” You say, and an air rolls out of his mouth.
“I thought he was keeping important information from me.” You giggle, and he joins you.
Minutes later, after winning Bokuto on a debate whether to settle for horror or crime movie, you follow him through your eyes as he sets up the DVD of The Conjuring on the player. You fold your knees up on the couch, a habit of yours when watching a movie, as you wait for him to sit back next to you. Once he is back on the sofa, you hand him the other of the blanket so you two can share. He gladly takes and inches his way next to you. You are close enough to him to brush your arm against his when you move but far enough that your bodies do not touch. The movie starts playing, but he already has his hands covering his face as soon as the opening credits flash.
“You could have told me you can’t handle spooky stuff.”
“I can’t.” He admits. “Can we change it?”
“No. I only wanted to know if you can handle it or not, but I didn’t tell you I’m open to changing it.”
“Why are you like this?” Bokuto gasps, hence, making you laugh. Perhaps one of the reasons you want to keep watching the movie is that your mind is elsewhere. You are fancied by a different show unraveling before you. A roughly six feet tall man sitting next to you who can’t handle scary movies is much more entertaining. For every scream he makes from the jumpscare earns a hearty chuckle from you. You can't remember the last time you were so happy that every laugh coming from your mouth made you throw your head back and squint your eyes.
He is the story you want to know, the movie you want to spend your night watching, and probably the man you longed for.
“She is possessed!” Bokuto shouts, pointing at the screen of TV.
“Yep, she is.” Your voice came out cheery. Bokuto turns to you.
“And you’re enjoying this?!” He gapes at you in disbelief. You smile at him ear-to-ear.
“Yes, go watch it. Watch the person die. Look, she’s bleeding.” You point at the TV, but Bokuto presses his hands on his face, completely shutting his eyes.
As the movie plays, you rest the side of your head on the backrest of the couch, feeling the weight of your eyelids. You are starting to feel better physically. Maybe all the laughs you let out cured your sickness, or perhaps you simply needed someone to take care of you. A smile plants on your lips as the background noise from the TV fades out. Before drifting to sleep, the last thing you remember is the silhouette of a frightened man sitting next to you.
~~
You wake up, and different from earlier, a light from your lampshade on the desk next to your bed illuminates your room. You look down on your toes and see your blanket, then it occured to you that you are in your bed and tucked in your duvet. You turn to the lampshade and see a sticky note next to it. You take it and read the scribbled words written on it.
“I carried you to your room because posture on the couch is bad for your back.”
He must have left. You assume that Bokuto carried you to your room because if it was your brother, he wouldn’t make any effort to write you a tiny note. Your eyes traveled across the dimmed room and squinted at the clock that hung by the wall. It says 11:32 pm.
Suddenly, your bed shifts as the weight at the corner of it deepen. You blink your eyes and peer at the man sitting on the floor next to your bed. You push yourself up using your hand to make out the figure of the sleeping man next to you. His hair is a mix of silver and black streaks, and he’s wearing a volleyball jersey. His wild hair instantly tells you who the man is. You smile, knowing that your day with him has not ended yet. The greed in you grows as the urge to run your fingers through his hair builds up. Maybe a single stroke won’t wake him up, right? And so, you let the desire take over your body. Your hand lightly lays on top of his head, fingers burying between the strands of his hair. You run it from the roots to the tips. The boy remains unconscious, and so you take another dive.
“If you continue to treat me this way, I might end up falling for you.” Your voice is hushed, but it is loud enough to hear yourself speak. You scan his body. His folded arm on the corner of the bed serves as the pillow for his head. His back is curved down, and his legs are crossed. He was worried about your posture, and yet here he is. You intertwine your fingers in his hair one more time.
“My brother is against me having a boyfriend, but if it’s you, would he mind?” you continue rambling to yourself until the body of the man you’re caressing shifts. His head turns to you, traces of sleep evident on his face. His voice is lower than usual. You freeze at the sight of him looking at you. Your heart beats against your chest, and the colors on your face drain. He heard you, and yet he smiles at you, saying,
“Should we ask him?”
a/n: thanks for reading! as per usual rbs and likes are very much appreciated :)
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