fluff, pretending to cry because of Bokuto Koutarou
bokuto koutarou x f!reader
You don’t mean to do it at first.
It’s genuinely nothing, Bokuto reaches past you to grab his phone off the couch and accidentally bumps your elbow. Barely even a bump. The kind you’d usually laugh off or not even notice.
“Oop, sorry, baby!” he says easily, already grinning, already moving on.
And that’s when the idea strikes.
You inhale, sharp and quiet, and let your shoulders dip just a little. Your face falls. You blink twice, slow and deliberate, until your eyes sting enough to water.
“It’s… it’s fine.” you say, voice a touch thinner than usual.
Actually freezes. Like someone hit pause on him mid-motion.
“…Baby?” he says cautiously.
You sniff once. Just once. You look down at your hands and swipe under one eye, subtle but unmistakable.
It clatters to the floor, completely ignored.
“WAIT—WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,” he blurts, already kneeling in front of you like he’s about to beg for forgiveness in a historical drama. “Are you, are you crying??”
You shake your head, tiny and stubborn. “No.”
His eyes go so wide you’re surprised they don’t pop clean out of his head.
“I—I didn’t mean to hit you!” he panics, hands hovering uselessly in the air. “I swear it was an accident! I was just grabbing my phone and then oh my god baby, I hurt you, didn’t I??”
You finally look up at him. Your lashes are damp. Your eyes are glossy with unshed tears.
Bokuto gasps like he’s been stabbed.
“I hurt my BABY.” he whispers, horrified. “Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no”
“It’s okay,” you murmur, voice wobbly. “It just surprised me.”
That’s it. That’s the nail in the coffin.
He lunges forward, gently but urgently, cupping your face in both hands like you’re made of glass.
“I’M SO SORRY.” he says, words tumbling over each other. “I should’ve looked! I should always look! I wasn’t paying attention and now you’re sad and that’s the worst thing in the world!”
You sniff again for good measure.
He makes a sound that can only be described as a whine.
“Baby, please don’t cry,” he begs, forehead pressing to yours. “I’ll do anything. I’ll get you ice! Or a snack! Or wait do you want cuddles? I can give you the best cuddles. Like, Olympic-level cuddles.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.
“I didn’t say I was crying,” you say softly.
“But your eyes..” He leans back just enough to inspect your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes like he’s trying to wipe away the moisture before it can exist. “They’re all shiny!”
“They do that sometimes.”
“Because you’re SAD.” he says firmly. “Because of ME.”
You sigh, dramatic and long.
Bokuto immediately straightens, determination blazing.
“Okay. Okay. I know what to do.” He points to himself. “I will make it better.”
“From this moment on, I will be the most careful boyfriend ever. No bumping. No reaching past you. I will announce all movements within a five-foot radius.”
He steps sideways. “I am now moving left.”
You let out a tiny, traitorous laugh.
His head snaps back toward you. “Wait. Was that a laugh??”
You clamp your mouth shut and look away, shoulders trembling just a little like you’re holding something back.
You sniff again, weaker this time.
“…Baby.” he repeats, suspicious now. “Why do I feel like you’re not actually upset.”
You finally crack, just a little. You glance at him, lips twitching.
“I just wanted to see what you’d do.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Bokuto stares at you, utterly betrayed, then dramatically flops backward onto the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“I thought I was the worst boyfriend alive for, like, two whole minutes,” he groans. “I was about to dedicate my life to elbow awareness.”
You laugh openly now, crawling over to him. “You were really sweet.”
He peeks at you through his fingers.
“…You weren’t actually hurt?”
“…You weren’t actually crying?”
He sits up suddenly, grabs you, and pulls you into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a huff.
“You’re evil.” he mumbles. “You can’t just do that to a man.”
“But you called me baby like twelve times in thirty seconds.”
“…Yeah, because you’re my baby,” he says matter-of-factly, arms tightening around you. “And if my baby cries, the world ends.”
You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Worth it.