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“Hey, Akaashi.”
With all his years of knowing Bokuto, there came a dreaded sense of foreboding. “Yes?”
Bokuto cocked his head to one side. “You know how to dance, right?”
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Bokuto needs to learn how to waltz for a wedding, and he needs a teacher, stat.
a lil 5k oneshot i wrote for the weird duo that i love so very very much
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