Can you do Bokuaka with any # you like? I will be happy with anything realy(love your work :3333)
I used #152 and #153, enjoy Akaashi babying Owl Dad. :) I’m also very thrilled at my first BokuAka request. :’)
“Bokuto-san, I’m going to have to ask that you stop textingme weird stuff so late at night.”
He watches as his captain picks up his head from where he’sbeen looking down at his phone and the expression on his face can only describeas crestfallen.
“Akaashi…!” He elongates, eyes big and sad looking, “But whoelse am I supposed to send all the awesome stuff I find to!”
Akaashi wants to sigh but he holds it in, “Disregarding thefact that you are supposed to be sleeping at that hour, wouldn’t Kuroo-san be abetter candidate?”
Bokuto shakes his head, “Nah, Kuroo sleeps like the dead. Heusually doesn’t answer until the morning and by then it isn’t funny anymore. I’vetried texting Tsukishima before too but I’m pretty he blocked my number…oh andKenma sends me pictures from video games with captions at the bottom that I don’tunderstand…oh! Maybe I could text Hinata instead! I’m sure he’d answer! Ishould ask him now!”
Akaashi quickly reaches for the ace’s arm, pulling his handaway so that he couldn’t actual type out the message he was in the process of.Bokuto gives him a confused look and Akaashi can’t help but let out that sigh. “Idon’t think Karasuno’s captain and vice-captain would appreciate you keepinghim awake. You’re supposed to be the older one here, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto frowns, “Aw darn…you’re right Akaashi…” he pauses andAkaashi is surprised by the sudden serious look that crosses his face, “I just,I’m not trying to bother anyone really…I just wake up a lot at night and I start to feel sort of lonelywhen I can’t fall back asleep. I just want someone to talk to really…I’m sorry ifI’ve been bothering you Akaashi, I won’t do it anymore…”
Fukuordani’s captain startles when his setter makes a distressedsound and is suddenly pulling at his arm for him to stand. He starts dragginghim towards the gym exit the second Bokuto gets up, ignoring the calls of theirteammate as they quickly go through the door.
“Akaashi…?!” The other man exclaims, “What are you doing?Aren’t we having late practice with the guys?”
“Were running to the store first.”
Bokuto’s eyebrows raise. “The store??”
The setter doesn’t miss a beat. “We are getting you a herbaltea that’s supposed to help with a restless mind to help keep you asleep. Ohand a soft blanket, those help too. I wonder if we should get you a stuffedplush also? I’ve read having something to hold on to will help keep adultsasleep because it mimics a childlike response in the brain…”
The rest of Akaashi’s words become a jumbled mess of mumbledspeech until he’s suddenly cut off by the sensation of being lifted up, in thesturdy arms of his ace who squeezes him into a bone crushing hug, alsosqueezing the life out of him while he was at it.
“Akaashi…!” He yells and the setter swears he hears asniffle, “…You are the best friend ever…!
Akaashi gives an amused smile, not that his captain can see,and reaches to pet down the other man’s unruly hair. “I’m honored you feel thatway Bokuto-san. Now please put me down so we can hurry and go, we still havepractice waiting for us.”
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