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[text]: Konoha-senpai, the jacket I took home is slightly too short. I think it may be yours. Do you have mine?
✉→ [ Akaashi ☺✦★ ] does one of the sleeves have a bunch of red ink stains on it? if so yea thats mine ww
✉→ [ Akaashi ☺✦★ ] u wanna meet up and swap
'Please try to refrain from kissing our captain, he's already easily distracted enough.'
Grumbling.
“Never allowed to do anything fun.”
con’t
Bokuto grinned wider, if possible, and pushed himself off of Akaashi. He held out a hand to pull Akaashi back to his feet and said, “It’s ‘cause you keep skipping arm day, Akaashi! If you didn’t, you could probably wrestle a bear by now.”
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Kuroo froze for a second before laughing and pulling his hand away. It really was soft, even softer than that time when Kenma asked Kuroo to play with his hair. Though Kenma didn’t exactly have the softest hair either.
“Sorry, I didn’t really think about how awkward that would be. I should have asked.”
He often forgot not everyone was open to their hair being touched. Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in the information Akaashi had told him.
“All you do is wash it? I wash mine but it’s never even close to that soft. Like seriously, it’s really thick and coarse and stuff. The few times I used conditioner though my hair did insane things. I’m not trying that again.”
Kuroo sighed, shrugging a little bit at his bad luck with hair.
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There was a leaf in Akaashi’s hair, but Kuroo wasn’t sure how to let him know. It was probably from when they were outside, and it was on the back of his head. He decided to just reach for it, pulling the leaf out before his eyes widened in surprise.
“Uh, there was a leaf.” He held the object so Akaashi could see, “But you’re hair is super soft, did you know that?”
Kuroo’s own hair wasn’t that soft, it was fairly coarse and thick. He rubbed a lock between his fingers curiously, amazed by the silky smooth glide as he did so.
“Woah, like really soft. This is like, kitten levels of soft. How do you do that?”
