it’s bad. you and kotaro are completely, utterly gone. lost in the world of tiramisu. the mukbanger on screen is slicing through another perfect piece, the fork sinking into the layers like butter, and you swear you can hear the delicate shff of the cocoa powder dusting off the top.
“this is actually torture,” you mumble, stomach growling.
“i need it. i need it now,” kotaro whispers back, eyes dark with longing.
neither of you notice the way you’re practically leaning into each other, shoulders pressed together, heads tilted at the same exact angle. noir’s lecture fades into nothing. the only thing that matters is the creamy, coffee-kissed masterpiece on the screen.
and then—
“l/n! tamon!”
you both flinch so hard that kotaro almost drops his phone. the entire class turns to look at you. noir glares, arms crossed.
“tamon,” noir says, exasperated. “what’s 2 + 2?”
kotaro, still dazed, doesn’t even hesitate.
“cocoa powder.”
silence. absolute silence. you don’t even need to look at noir to know he’s done with both of you.
noir sighs, already pointing at the door. “both of you. out.”
you both sigh, gathering your things, heads hanging low as you shuffle toward the exit like prisoners being led to their fate. the class watches, but you don’t even have the energy to care.
right as you step into the hallway, kotaro mutters, “bro… the way the cream was melting into their mouth…”
you nod solemnly. “actually unreal.”
“we should get some after school.”
“…definitely.”
and with that, you both walk off in shame, but with a new mission in mind.
author note ; I think I might do the same for someone else but I don’t know who..🤔 anyway first phantom busters post !!
A = Affection ( how does he shows affection)
At the start of your relationship, Kotaro was very awkward since you are his first relation, but as time goes by he starts to show you his affection in quiet, meaningful ways, with soft words, gentle touches, offering comfort in music or small favors. His affection is understated yet deeply sincere.  
B = Best Friend (how is he as a friend)
As a best friend, he’d be loyal, caring, and supportive. Friendship might begin with you joining the club: you’d speak gently, persistently, and earn his trust. 
C = Cuddles (how does he likes cuddles)
He loves cuddles, you do it most of the time in private. A shy touch—maybe you hugging him from behind or being the “big spoon”,grounds him and calms his nerves. 
D = Domestic
Kotaro can cook (canon) and enjoys making meals for you, like a homemade school lunch, slightly hesitant to let you help but cherishing your presence while he cooks.  
E = Ending (break-up)
I do not see him breaking up with you, I think if he got in a relationship it’s because he really wants something serious, so you’d have to be the one initiating the breakup. If this day come, I think he would genuinely be broken and cry wondering what he did wrong.
F = Fiancé(e) (what does he think about mariage)
He’s cautious about commitment; given his anxiety, he’d move slowly toward “forever” and likely propose only when he’s 100% sure the relationship is safe and meaningful.
G = Gentle (how gentle is he)
Emotionally and physically, Kotaro is extremely gentle—his words are soft, his actions mindful, and his presence comforting even when anxious.  
H = Hugs
He enjoys hugs,it just help him feels better, most of the time you are the one initiating it. A hug from you helps him feel grounded. In public, he might shyly tuck into your side to hide—touch matters deeply to him. 
I = I Love You (how often does he say it)
He likely says it slowly, after real emotional significance—perhaps during a comforting moment at home or in music-filled silence.
J = Jealousy (how jealous is he)
Not very jealous, but more like protective a bit reserved and anxious when someone else gets close to you, but he trusts you so he won’t say anything on the moment. His care shows most clearly one-on-one.
K = Kisses
Soft, tentative, and meaningful, perhaps on your forehead or hand at first. He’d be shy about direct lips-to-lips kisses, more likely to kiss you in sleepy moments or private contexts.
L = Little Ones (does he likes kid)
Kids likely calm him he’s gentle and nurturing. His empathy toward spirits suggests he’d be patient and supportive with children, especially in quiet, soothing company. With kids his anxiety isn’t as bad as with people his age.
M = Morning (how are mornings like)
Mornings might be quiet. He’d bring you tea to wake you up, before starting your usual routine.
N = Night (how are nights like)
Nights are peaceful: music sharing or ASMR since he likes listening to it before sleeping (canon) , little talks about how went his day and yours, just peace. 
O = Open (how quickly does he open to you)
He opens up slowly. He first reveals quirks or secrets in gentle phases—usually during calm moments or shared stories about music or spirits. He rarely overshares all at once.
P = Patience (how patient is he)
Extremely patient. His anxiety may cause withdrawals, but he takes time to process—never snaps. You’d have to gently coax or reassure him, and he’d appreciate it deeply.
Q = Quizzes (how is his memory)
He remembers small details about you like your favorite song, a new restaurant you wanted to try and others things you said in the past—especially if it resonates with music or emotion. His memory is selective but meaningful.
R = Remember (favorite moment with you)
His favorite moment might be when you held his hand in public, calming him without saying a word. Or a late-night music session where he finally felt truly connected with you.
S = Security (how protective is he)
Not the protective type in a flashy way, but emotionally protective ; he’d quietly block your bag before you carry it, offer his jacket, remind you to stay hydrated or cook for you—all acts of caring shielded in calmness. 
T = Try
He puts gentle effort into dates or small gifts—perhaps a homemade playlist or a guitar tune you like. He invests emotional energy, even if he struggles socially.
U = Ugly (bad habits)
He might fidget or flush when anxious, avoid eye contact, stutter, or even vomit when extremely nervous around you or others. His awareness of it makes him self-conscious, but he can’t do anything about it.  
V = Vanity (how are his clothes)
Based on how he wears his uniform, I’d say he wears more practical clothing, avoids formal uniforms, cares more about comfort than appearance. Vanity isn’t his interest. 
W = Whole (does he feels complete with you)
He likely feels more whole with you, your presence helps him question isolation and embrace human connection more fully. 
X = Xtra ( random headcanon)
He playlists you to fall asleep, and he likes to admire you sleeping, he’ll often put quiet instrumental with soft vocals, or ASMR tracks that remind him of peaceful spirits. 
Y = Yuck (what does he hates)
He dislikes crowded, loud places ; over-stimulation drains him. He’d much rather stay home with you or retreat to quiet corners, if he really has to go out. 
Z = Zzz (sleeping habits)
ASMR or quiet music helps him fall asleep. He might fall asleep playing guitar softly or listening to ambient sounds. 
a/n: tried to be as diverse as possible with the pics, she js a baddie, don’t be confused by the pfp this takes place after hs!! since im outta there now that’s how its gonna be 😛
—pairing: bokuto kotaro x gender neutral! reader; genre: ANGST, established relationship au!; wc: 1.0k+ ; warnings: mentions of death
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Bokuto Kotaro felt like he was in hell.
You had been ignoring him for three days. Three!! He didn’t know what he did wrong, or what you were so mad about. All he knew was that not talking to you was torture.
He needed to see your smile, to hear your affectionate laughter. The past three days you were nothing but stoic, silent. A ghost of your former self. It pained him, because he genuinely did not understand what was going on. He wanted to fix it. To make everything right.
“Babe?” He tries calling you dejectedly, as you move around the kitchen. You were making your morning coffee, still ignoring him like usual. The silence was heavy. It stung. It felt like you were rejecting him. Like you didn’t love him anymore. Heck, you weren’t even using your favorite mug– the owl shaped mug he made for you on your first pottery date, all ragged around the edges. You always used that owl mug. To see you using a plain one, usually reserved for guests, felt terrible. Like you were throwing him away.
“Please talk to me.” His days always start like this. Trying to get you to talk, but to no avail. It seemed you were finally leaving the house today. The past two days you had been cooped up in your room, body buried underneath the warm comforter. He was so worried. Wanting nothing more than to hold you close. But you needed space, and he could respect that.
Clad in all black, you put on your cardigan, leaning down to tie your shoes, cursing when you tied them a bit loose. Bokuto wanted to help. He always did. But he doesn’t know if he can when it feels like your anger radiates off you in waves. He watched solemnly as you walked out the door, following right behind you.
He didn’t feel like doing anything much when the two of you weren’t okay. He’ll just watch you from afar. See how you’re doing. Give you your space.
You walked 15 minutes down the street to your favorite bakery. Every Tuesday, your local baker would whip up a new batch of homemade blueberry muffins. He would always buy you some on the way back from his morning jog. But you had bought them alone this time, not even bothering to make small chatter with the kind hearted man who ran the bakery. He looked at you wearily. Like he too could see the weariness on your frame.
“You take care, sweetheart,” the man calls as you grab your order, immediately walking away. Another pang to his heart. If it were any other day you would have stayed and asked the man how he was doing. But seeing you, face blank, eyes void of life crushed him. Just what did he do, and how could he fix it?
He sees you make your way to a nearby flowershop. He watches as you pick out a bouquet of lilies. His favorite. Only because it was yours too. White and pink. Soft, sweet, innocent. It makes him smile. The flowers felt like a symbol of you, your relationship that he cherished. Bright, full of life.
But still, that solemn frown hasn’t left your lips.
He continues following after you. Walking past all the spots you two would frequently visit. The bookstore you would always beg him to go to a couple blocks away, the convenience store you would frequent for late night ramen runs, the park you would take midnight walks on, smiling under the stars.
It almost feels like Bokuto was going down memory lane. Like he was walking though his life with you, remembering all the memories you shared. Like that one time you were so desperate for a specific brand of ramen, that you cried when the merchant told you it just got sold out. Or the time, after he won a volleyball match, the two of you had an evening picnic under the stars. Bokuto loved basking in the silence with you, holding you close, making you feel his love. But this was beginning to get a bit much.
Especially once you make a detour and enter a place Bokuto would never expect you to go to.
The cemetery.
Even with the bright rays of the sun, there was an ominous gloom that enveloped the area. Death, grief, pain, and sadness circled around. Memories of people who had lived a life to the fullest only to die haunted the air.
“(Y/N)?” Bokuto calls, nervously. He didn’t like visiting the cemetery. It made him sad. Too sad. Did someone close to you die? How come you never told him? Who is it? Did he know the person you were about to visit?
Yet, something churned within him. An unexplainable feeling. Something he couldn’t put into words. It was like he already knew who you were visiting.
You, as usual, said nothing, making your way down rows and rows of graves. Each step heavier than the last. You make a sharp right, and Bokuto follows shakily. And when you stop and set the bouquet you bought over the grave, kneeling in front of it… Bokuto feels his heart drop.
Oh, he thinks to himself. No wonder.
There, on the grave, was his name. Engraved in bold letters.
Here lies
Bokuto Kotaro
A loving son, friend, and lover.
The brightest star in the universe.
You weren’t ignoring him on purpose, he realizes. You weren’t mad at him because he hurt you, or he made you feel like you weren’t enough. You were sad. In pain. Grieving. You couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t see him. Couldn’t feel how much he longed and yearned for you.
You couldn’t feel how desperate he was to hold you in his arms.
Because your fiance, Bokuto Kotaro, was dead. And no matter how much you cried, how much you begged to the heavens to bring him back to life, he would never come back.
... he loved arcades, almost as much as he loved the cashier that always gave him extra tickets
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pairing: bokuto x f!reader
status: discontinued
border by @kyejiz
warnings/tags: (i've barely written the first chapter yet bare with me) probably really ooc (idgaf), strangers to lovers trope, a lot of kys/kms jokes, i've never worked at an arcade so ion know anything ab working there, suggestive, swearing,
bonus: yn style guide
INTRODUCTIONS: adventure time | oh dear god help us
not proofread ; please excuse all grammar and spelling mistakes
msby!bokuto x wife reader who wins the hearts of all bokuto's fans and becomes infamous
It’s no secret that Bokuto Kotaro has a wife, in fact, his entire fandom keeps an active lookout for you whenever they attend his games. You made your debut as soon as you finally became your own boss and had the freedom to delegate your time candidly. With that privilege you worked hard for, you attend your first MSBY game to cheer on your vivacious husband. Most of the attention was on the game until the victory of MSBY was secured by Bokuto through a powerful spike.
As soon as it was over and the teams shook hands, Bokuto ran up to you with a victorious shout.
“Baby! We won!”
“You did amazing, sweetheart! I’m so proud of you!” In the VIP seat, you stand to blow him a kiss which he catches in the air and proceeds to kiss his hand.
“It’s all thanks to you,” Bokuto replies with a wide grin that sends your heart racing. The two of you were in your own world, having a moment not knowing the chaos you just set off.
The sweet interaction you and your husband had was captured in a short video and immediately went viral online hours after the match. Many gushed about your cute relationship whilst others theorised about whether you were just his girlfriend or his wife because the quality of the video made it unclear whether you were wearing a ring or not.
You never intended to become famous but through your relationship with Bokuto and never miss any of his games from then on, you’ve become an idol of your own amongst the volleyball community. As Bokuto’s wife, his fans have grown to adore you with some even going to games just to see you, holding up banners with your face and name on them.
Fashionable, elegant and sweet, you show up to every game wearing such iconic clothing, you’ve started to make an impact in the fashion industry too. One time you come in an elegant dress with flawless, natural make-up and minimal accessories whereas other times, you would attend matches with no make, in an oversized sweater, sweatpants and sneakers. The fandom has concluded that you are a fashion icon, who can pull off any aesthetic and many strive to pull off the same ethereal aura as you.
Everyone can see the chemistry and love between you and your husband and created a separate fandom centred around shipping the two of you. There are multiple fanclub accounts on Twitter, Instagram and any other social media that takes pictures and videos of moments they have together, keeping up with all of your posts on social media - it’s all really cute.
Both Bokuto and you find it really adorable and appreciate all the love and support from the fans and provide them with all the fanservice they fawn over. Whether it’s a kiss on the cheek, a tight hug or an instagram live you two host answering questions or playing a soft, competitive game against one another, all in good fun. It’s heartwarming to see the incredible amount of support for your relationship and it’s an ego boost every time you see a comment saying how perfect you two are as a couple.
“They love you, babe,” Kotaro smiles, hugging you from behind as you scroll through the social media posts taking clips and gushing about the adorable moments you had on your recent instagram live.
“Only because you’re already so famous,”
“No no,” he kisses the column of your neck and fondly whispers against your soft skin, “they love you because you’re you and you’re just addictive,”
“Stop it you tease!”
Naturally, despite the overwhelming support, there are always going to be those who don’t appreciate your relationship and will do or say anything to bring you down. Bokuto, in a rare tone of seriousness, after a particularly horrible campaign against you, made it clear that anyone who oversteps boundaries, becomes too invasive or doesn’t show you the respect you deserve will not be tolerated. It doesn’t just concern online activities but real-life activities too. There was no need for concern, however, because you have the entire black jackals team as your bodyguards. They practically (primarily Hinata and Atsumu) threw a fit when they realised Bokuto had kept you a secret this whole time and his only response was, “No one asked if I was married so I didn’t think to say anything,”. Nevertheless, not only does the fandom adore you, but so do your husband’s teammates. You often tease Bokuto that his teammates like you more than him at times.
You become so famous and there are so many good pictures of you with fans raving about how beautiful you are online that a petition was created for you to be scouted by a modelling agency. You had actually seen the online petition and you had a good giggle about it with Bokuto, believing that it was all just for fun until it an actual modelling agency contacted you. Now, not only were you a successful businesswoman but a model too.
“I expect nothing less of my beautiful wife,” Bokuto hums in contentment as he cuddles up against you in bed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there’s nothing you can’t do…” Kotaro muses, fatigue staining his voice, effectively slurring his pronunciation near the end.
“I love you, Kou,”
“Love you too…so much,”
Everyone always anticipated your presence whenever Bokuto played his games so they were surprised when you stopped attending his matches for an entire year. The majority of the fandom was disappointed to not have been able to see you - the queen to their king - as others took it as the perfect opportunity to start dragging you through the mud. Regardless, their hateful words never got too loud because the rest of the fandom defended your honour.
‘She probably has other commitments outside of attending matches,’
‘Talk about ungrateful, we helped her become a model and she just dips on us’
‘Can’t believe I thought they were in a loving relationship when she’s no longer supporting him at his matches’
‘How do you know that?’
‘If it really was the case, why is Bokuto still always so happy?’
‘He’s more happy than usual, i’m sure there’s nothing wrong’
‘Maybe he’s just happy she’s not around,’
‘You’re reaching too much lol it’s actually laughable!’
‘If you know bokuto he loves his wife and she loves him, end of story!’
‘I miss our queen! I hope she comes back soon, healthy and safe and sound!’
‘She can take her time as long as she comes back as iconic and sweet and amazing as ever!’
You and bokuto let the drama, good and bad, carry on without much intervention because the truth will be revealed in due time and the two of you couldn’t wait. All of your friends and family know and understand your sudden disappearance, supporting your decisions all the way.
A year after your sudden absence from Bokuto’s games, you return with a little bundle of joy in your arms and everyone loses their minds!
‘OUR QUEEN WAS PREGNANT!’
‘So CUTE! Omg! They wore matching outfits, did you see? Our queen and her baby are always iconic!’
‘To all the people who thought they were broken up, i bet you’re crying right now and i want you to know that i am laughing at you’
Naturally, the fandom embraces the baby and is turns the baby into a new celebrity from their immense adoration fostered by Bokuto and then you and now your adorable daughter. Whenever you attend matches with your daughter, the media is always off the walls crazy with taking pictures and documenting all the cute moments, taking videos and making them go viral on tiktok and youtube, it’s come to a point where there are the normal cameras broadcasting the match playing out in addition to the photographers taking the epic picture from the sidelines but now there’s another camera just for you and the baby (and sometimes even the fans) and a photographer, dedicated to taking professional pictures of you with your baby and the cute interactions of your small family throughout the match.
You could say that you’ve won the majority of Bokuto’s fandom over and no one would dare refute that.
Bonus . . .
“My wife is just that amazing! Hahaha! I’m one hell of a lucky guy!” Bokuto brags in an interview, the clip of which was taken and doctored to play with a separate interview featuring you.
“I just love my husband and want to support him the way he’s supported me ever since high school, i’m grateful his fans took a liking to me too, they’re all so sweet,”
“You and (Y/N)-chan are always such a hot topic, Bokuto-san!” Hinata gushes after the team finishes watching the viral clip of your interviews side by side.
“Right? It’s because she’s so beautiful and awesome!” Bokuto brags nose turned up as his hands are firmly placed on his hips.
“I swear she’s more popular than you Bokuto!” Atsumu teases with a mischievous glint in his eyes, waiting for a shout of protest and not expecting the reaction he’s met with instead.
“Of course she is! They’d be crazy not to!”
“...He’s so down bad,”
navi.
thoughts? ; i swear bokuto and his wife would just be infamous for being the cutest couple that ever lived <3
Can I request a (fluff) one shot of Uta from Tokyo Ghoul realizing he really is in love with his human s/o? Like a situation were he realizes that he never cared for anybody that way and cant lose them? Thank you!
Title: Human¿
Summary: You being the love of his life and him wanting to keep you safe because without you he's broken
Characters: Uta
Warnings: none
Authors notes: this took me the longest because I didn’t know how to write his character but I hope you like it! Also he’s probably off character because I tried to write a scene but then I changed the scene a bit.
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When navigating his feelings there's only been one constant feeling when it comes to you. Uta doesn't know exactly when or why this is happening to him. But he hates it.
From the way you look at him, to the way you always asking him about his tattoos, to you always making sure he's taking care of himself, and the way you laugh at his very questionable jokes sends countless flutters inside of him.
You didn't care that he was a ghoul nor did he disclose that to you. You just knew and didn't bother to mention it to him either.
He doesn’t express the slightest interest to you until you peaked interest in one of his favorite tattoos. Which he told you serves as a reminder of how he prefers to live his life. The tattoo on his neck is a Latin quote written in Greek fonted letters which read, "𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢."
This shocked you the most because of his natural friendly nature, which drew you to him in the first place.
You took that as a sign that he cares about you in some sort of way, but the next day when you came to see him he avoided you and didn’t show up to his own shop.
After a long day of work you decided to walk home. Even after your boss exclaimed that it’s to dangerous to be walking alone at this time of night. But tonight was different. You needed the air and the break.
Your nonexistent love life, job, and rent had been pulling you away from being happy. You knew who you liked; hell even loved, but the question was if he reciprocated those same feeling back to you.
You groaned internally as you realized this was a long walk and decided to take a shortcut. That was the dumbest decision you ever made. As you turned into the alley to see something that you never thought you would see.
In the near view you saw uta and another ghoul fighting. Even though you knew he was a ghoul to see him in his ghoul form terrified you. The ghoul he was fighting and winning against caught a glimpse of you and smirked at his next meal.
He rushed towards you as a confused uta turned to see why his fight was interrupted only for his eyes to widen as you came into his view.
The ghoul rushing towards you for a quick power up meal was stopped in his tracks as uta pierced through him to hold him back.
“RUN” he screamed as you stood frozen in fear
At that very moment the adrenaline rushed through your body as you ran out of the alley into a nearby store to catch your breath.
The images you had seen plagued in your mind as you took deep breaths. You leaned against the shelf and jerked up as a woman voice scared you.
“We’re closed” the cashier stated.
You forced a smile on your face and hesitantly stepped out of the store.
“Sorry about that!” You shivered out still a bit spooked.
You quickly started running the long way to your apartment only to feel the presence of someone watching you.
As you made it to your stairs you found a relaxed Uta sitting on your couch with your balcony open. Confusion swirled your mind as you found him unscathed as if nothing happened.
Soon confusion overtook him as you pull at his shirt to make sure your presumptions of him being okay was true.
He just blinked at you as you asked “are you okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
You slapped his shoulder as the initial shock of his ghoul form went away “you’re the one who was fighting!”
He looked away “ah yes I never wanted you to see me that way. I’ll understand if you’d prefer not to see me anymore. I am a ghoul after all”
You rolled your eyes at his sudden sad monologue “I knew you were a ghoul”
He stared at you in disbelief “how?”
“Context clues. Firstly you I’ve never seen you eat food, but strangely you admire it, the eyes also”
He chuckled. You had never heard him laugh strangely, but he was in front of you chuckling.
“You’re something special”
Silences washes over the both of you as he stared intensely into your eyes.
“You know you had me scared today.” You met his gaze as he realized what he’d just said
“Never in my life did I ever think I would say that sentence” “you’re the first human in a while to make me feel so… happy”
You grinned widely knowing this was the confession that you were looking for.
“I don’t know what I would do if you were to have gotten hurt earlier” “something about you makes me want..NO need you!”
He gripped your face as you stared back into his black eyes.
“Be with me until your inevitable death”
You laughed loudly and nodded “we really need to work on your confessions”.
Thinking about extrovert jock bf Bokuto and quiet artist gf <3 Lil drabble or whateva!!
I am foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog thinking about being Bo's quiet art gf when hes the popular jock everyone loves.
Oh my word, I bet you guys would've met in art class he was forced to take it because he needed another credit to graduate and you immediately caught his eye because your absolutely stunning??? like wth????
Bo didn't pay attention to the lesson instead using his time to just stare at the pretty girl diagonal from him, the way your simple top wrapped around you, seeing the bit of chub in your jeans he would be losing his mind.
I imagine he's actively texting the group chat of Akaashi and Kuroo as he is losing his mind.
Bo: Shes so fucking hot.
Bo: HER LIPS ARE SO GLOSSY AND PRETTY PLEASEEE
Akaashi: Bokuto you need to focus on class.
Kuroo: Send pics or it didn't happen :/
Bo: She seems so quiet
Bo: OH MY GOD SHE HAS A LITTLE BEE ON HER PENCIL
The next day of class he plops down next to you scaring the living daylights outta you, "Hi! Wanna be friends :3"
You're dumbfounded when he stares at you with those massive golden eyes batting his pretty eyelashes having that bigass smile on his face as you try to figure out if this is a joke or not.
"Uhm.... Sure?"
"Good! I'm Bokuto!"
"Y/N..."
His eyes immediately landed on your iPad seeing the sketches that covered the dark gray canvas, "Whoa! Those are so cool!" He's leaning into your space looking closer at the drawings.
Your cheeks would flush at his interest of your art and how close he is, mumbling a thanks. "Can you teach me how to draw?!"
You two shared a silent stare for what felt like minutes before finally the teacher came in and told everyone to pipe down so she could start today's lesson and you could start your first art project of the year.
You couldn't focus on her words because you felt those golden eyes burning into the side of your head, he seemed to vibrate in his seat with excitement. Eventually when the teacher allowed you guys to start on your still life projects Bokuto followed you around like a lost puppy. As you looked for a good seat to start drawing the bottles and plants that sat on a table in the middle of the room.
Sooner rather than later you eventually fall for him you end up opening up more, teaching him everything you know about art. Helping him with his project and laughing at his dumb jokes which he loved to see you laugh, oh my god.
You dont even know how much his chest swells with pride when your cheeks turn a light shade of red and you giggle at his stupid art joke. Soon you guys are attached at the hip walking to class to class and having lunch together. Going to his games and meeting his friends.
Literally you guys are inseparable.
It you who admits how much you like him one day in spring as the sun was setting on the horizon while you two walked home. Bokuto could've exploded seeing you look everywhere but his eyes, constantly shifting your weight on different feet as you fiddled with the edge of you shirt.
The way the sunlight hit your skin making it seem like you were glowing your hair framing your cute chubby lil face. You manged to eventually sputtering out a "Would you go out with me?"
This was one of the rare moments he would be more on the quiet side, I think he would be so excited and so happy he would lean down to your face kissing your cheek. "I would love to baby."
The kiss on your cheek would immediately lead to your first kiss!!!
GOD GIVE ME THE OWL HIMBO I LOVE HIM SO DEARLY OIOGOINRGONRWOGIROGNOIRGNIORGNRGORNG
