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"Soon as he realises how dumbass Bokuto really is, he'll grow out of it." - Konoha Akinori, 2011
"He didn't grow out of it." - Konoha Akinori, 2012
Examining the case of Bokuto Koutarou and Akaashi Keiji, through the eyes of those around them who knew them best.
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Tugging the boy closer towards himself, Bokuto observes his serene features. In his slumber, Akaashi appears more calm than usual. His lips jut out into a soft pout, and Bokuto knows from the handful of times he slept with Akaashi that the boy will be waking up with a trail of dried drool starting from the corner of his mouth. It elicits a smile from the ardent athlete, but the warmth in his chest coils with something sharp and scalding as he remembers that they will be separating again come the next afternoon.
The realization paints the blue from the moonlight in their Osaka hotel into a murky gray. Bokuto wills himself to focus on the cadence of Akaashi’s breath, on the sweet-citrus of his shampoo, on anything other than the uncertainty that makes his heart swell achingly.
Bokuto and Akaashi learn to navigate through a long-distance relationship.
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"I’ve always told stories about you and me. About our past lives. You were never imaginary at all."
In every past life that Akaashi discovers, Bokuto is there with him. He wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Outside, Bokuto hands him an onigiri. "It's the spicy salmon roe one," he says. "Is this the one you like?"
Akaashi likes tuna and mayo, but he's open to new favourites. He smiles and reaches for it. "Yeah, that's it."
Akaashi navigates rainstorms and cracks in the pavement.
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Washio’s serve was powerful, and it hurt, but Keiji knew he had sustained no serious injuries. He stayed on the floor with his eyes shut tight anyway. Komi shook his body and Sarukui shouted at the heavens to give their setter back. But the ball wasn’t the only thing that struck Keiji, and he needed time to process his epiphany. It engulfed his mind, needled him from head to toe, and then escaped, calling out his name as it hovered over him.
Keiji opened his eyes.
“Ahgahshee! Are you okay? Don’t scare me like that!”
How appropriate. He’d been knocked to the ground, had banged his head against the floor, and now, he was seeing stars.