summary: bokuto and akaashi kiss after fukurodani was crowned champions
It was so feather light, Bokuto didnât think it was real. He thought he was dreaming with the way Akaashi held his face in his hands. The touch was soft, almost too gentle to be felt. He never thought Akaashi would ever kiss this soft. His fantasies couldnât compare with the feeling in his stomach as he tightened his arms around Akaashi, wanting to deepen the kiss.
The moment was broken with the deafening cheers of his teammates, mixed with those of the court. Akaashi pulled away first, burying his face in Bokutoâs sweaty neck, shoulders shaking from laughter mixed with crying. The rest of the team surrounded them, still high on adrenaline from being crowned winners of the national championship.Â
Bokutoâs veins were still filled with adrenaline when they made it to the lockers, so much so, that he didnât notice he still had his arm around Akaashi.Â
âBokuto-san,â Akaashiâs voice was quiet compared to the ruckus of the rest of the team, but Bokuto heard him loud and clear. âCan I speak to you for a moment?â
Bokuto followed Akaashi to the hallway where the setter slumped against the wall. The captain grew concerned as Akaashi didnât speak, but fiddled with his fingers.Â
âIs⌠everything okay?â He wasnât sure if touching Akaashi would trigger anything, so he kept his hands by his side, fisted to resist the urge.Â
âIâm sorry.â Bokutoâs confusion must have shown in his face because Akaashi sighed before speaking again. âIâm sorry. For kissing you. I should not have done that and I apologize.â Akaashi bowed, startling Bokuto.Â
ââKaashi, you donât have to apologize. I-â
âIt was stupid of me,â Akaashi interrupted, as he stood up straight. âI was high on adrenaline and, well⌠it had been on my mind for a while.â His tone turned sheepish, cheeks dusted a light pink. His hands were now locked in front of him, eyes on the ground.
Bokuto had a funny feeling in his chest that felt too good and it frightened him. He took a step closer, watching as Akaashiâs body recoiled just a little until Bokuto cupped his cheek in his hand.Â
âDonât apologize,âKaashi.âÂ
Akaashiâs protests were drowned out by Bokutoâs lips against his. The kiss wasnât as soft, this time it was firmer, Bokuto making sure his feelings were conveyed through that one kiss. When he pulled away, Akaashiâs eyes were closed, cheeks still dusted in that pretty pink.Â
âYou donât need to apologize for that.â Bokuto stroked his finger over the apple of Akaashiâs cheeks, basking in the shyness of the setter. âIâve liked you for a long time. I just⌠never knew how to tell you because I was scared, âKaashi.âÂ
âI was scared too, Bokuto-san.â
Bokuto shook his head. âYou can call me Koutarou.â
Akaashi smiled warmly. âOnly if you call me Keiji.â
Bokutoâs grin widened, eyes squinting. âItâs a deal, Keiji.â They walked back to the lockers, hand in hand, their teammates passing each other yen from bets that were placed a long time ago.