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“Awe, why not, Y/N? You are a babe though!” It annoys you how clueless he was. As if he didn’t know just exactly what line he was teetering on. 

“I don’t care, Denki. I do not want you calling me the same thing you call your flirts.” Maybe that came out a little more harsh than you wanted. But at least you got your point across, right?

Finally, it seems the boy gave up calling you that name thankfully. And now the day went on as usual— classes, projects, Denki never forgetting to chase you when you got too far down the halls as he flirted with other girls, some homework, and end of the day special training. 

All was the usual, next day came by quick. Thinking it was just going to be the usual again, you stretched your arms behind your back— ready for the day. 

That is, until, Denki somehow decided to bring back the stupid pet name you just told him to not call you again as soon as he saw you walking towards Class 1-A. 

“Denki, did you already forget what I said about that name yesterday?” Exasperated was your tone, this boy really was just clueless, wasn’t he?

“Well, I have an idea actually, babe.” Relentless, he was starting to get on your nerves to be honest.

“You said you didn’t want to hear your best friend call you babe so what if—“ Eyes widening, you think about how you thought of that yesterday. Did you really say that out loud without noticing?

Before you could even question Denki about it though, his right arm wraps around your waist — pulling you closer to him as a smile danced on that pretty face of his. 

“— we became more than that.. babe?” 

It took 2 seconds for you to decide on your next action — a flick on the forehead. But even with a flick on the forehead the boy wouldn’t let go of your waist, so you squirm before giving up another 2 seconds later just to glare at the person holding you captive.

“You’re stupid. Is that really how you’re asking me out?” You couldn’t help but feel the blush creep up your face as the boy’s smile widens. 

“What?! Wasn’t it suave enough?” In the back of your head you were so ready to smack the boy a new one, but before you knew it something else happened instead. 

A soft kiss was what wiped that stupid smirk off his face and as much as you wanted to tease him for winning one at his own game— the more serious side of your brain told you you had other responsibilities before that. 

“This better not be just another flirt, Denki. Or so help me god, I swear you’ll never see the light of day aga—.” 

Another soft kiss, seems that Denki finally pulled out of his thoughts now. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t absolutely expect you to just flick him off and walk away. 

So the fact that you actually kissed him, and you were okay with being more than best friends? Denki felt like a fish out of water— head empty, literally. 

At least until he heard your voice bring him back down to that moment. 

Were your lips usually this soft? He doesn’t remember seeing you wear chapstick all that often. So how did they feel like pillows on a cloud? He couldn’t get enough of them. 

“Not a flirt, Y/N.” Of course now he decided to drop the ‘babe’. 

“You’re sure you’re not kissing me to just shut me up? Cause I swear I actually really do wanna be more than friends.” He didn’t mean to sound that needy, but really what was the point in hiding it now? He just kissed his best friend twice under a minute, that’s not something he planned on doing this morning. 

When his arm wasn’t on your waist anymore both hands held your shoulders as he stared straight into your eyes instead. And no, you didn’t miss how he glanced back at your lips that one split second. 

Just seeing this Denki was enough to relieve your thoughts of this being a flirt, honestly. But really with him looking at you as if your next words could make or break him, you couldn’t help but wanna play — a small smirk lightly crossing your face. 

“Actually, I did just kiss you to shut you up, Denki.” And with the way his eyes blew out, you couldn’t help but let your smirk turn into that of a full grin now.

Don’t worry, you didn’t let it get too far though. Laughter spills out easily as you loop your arms around his neck— the second his hold on your shoulders loosened. 

This boy, even flushed and flustered his hands didn’t skip a beat to take place on your waist though. A bag of surprises is what you guessed you were soon going to call your boyfriend. 

But really a better nickname came into mind as you hear his breath hitch the minute you brought your lips next to his ear. Your smile still played childish, like a kid who won candy.

“But I guess I wouldn’t mind being more than best friends too, babe.”

It was the way you smiled at him as you passed back a flyer during an assembly that got him. He was smitten instantaneously and as easy as that, by the time he was halfway through vb practice he already decided, 

“I’m going to confess to her, Akaashi.” Akaashi couldn’t help but let out the sigh that escaped him. This was the third time this month and honestly, he was starting to get tired of it. 

“She was just so dazzling and pretty and I just have to confess to her or I’ll explode.” The boy went on and on, not noticing the exasperated look on his best friend’s face. 

‘You won’t explode, Bokuto.’ was what Akaashi had wanted to say, but because of how exhausted the poor setter was— “Okay, go ahead then Bokuto-san, but after practice.” was what came out instead. 

You were probably going to reject him like the others, so it was harmless anyways, Akaashi thought. He knew you through a classmate and judging by the way you were described as quite the reserved and independent person, he knew you weren’t one to jump into a relationship just like that. 

Plus, he may have heard how you actually received a little bit more than the average person’s amount of confessions, and promptly rejected each and every one of them. 

Discouraging Bokuto now would just put him into that dreaded Emo Mode for the rest of practice— and they had a practice match with Nekoma the following week. 

Really, the most reasonable choice right now—in Akaashi’s mind—was to just let the captain confess. 

But what he didn’t put into account apparently was that you—the person that was supposed to be just another one of Bokuto’s fleeting crushes—were actually in search of a boy to bring to this big family wedding next weekend.

I know right? What a big twist of events. 

It was a wedding where all your relatives from the countryside were to attend—some even from out of the country—and you knew that if you were to come by yourself it would cost you a million and one offers by your cousins, aunties, hell even grandparents, to try to go on these blind dates they seem to have a never ending amount of. 

So the only perfect solution to avoid all that? A boy to bring. And here he was so gladly offering himself. 

“Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend, Bokuto-san.” You’ve never seen a person’s eye bug out as much as his did then. And it was fascinating how his hair seemingly stood straighter too. He could control it with his emotions?

“Wait, really?” Weird, from that one volleyball game of theirs you watched, you remembered the boy as the very confident captain and ace of the team— cocky almost. 

So seeing him here now unbelieving how you had just accepted his confession stirred something in you. Confusion maybe? Fluster?

“Um, yeah. I don’t mind being your girlfriend.” And just like that it seemed like the sun had lost its purpose. With how bright and wide Bokuto smiled, you wouldn’t be surprised if you turned out blind by the end of it. 

“I won’t disappoint you, Y/N! I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Ah there was that same confidence he had on court. Although it surprised you a bit how gentle he was when he hugs you.

He had all the muscles but the way he held was like you were made of porcelain. Maybe dating him wouldn’t be that much of a bother after all. 

But 3 days down the relationship you noted, yeah, being in a relationship with the boy was bothersome— but in good and bad ways really. 

“Hey hey hey!!” He was loud and boisterous, always announcing himself as he walks to your classroom for lunch. Always with 2 yakisoba buns, one for you apparently, but you always politely rejected because you had your own lunch.

You couldn’t tell if it was endearing or just plain funny how this was the 3rd time and he still brought you one though. 

“Y/N! Volleyball practice ends early today. Let’s walk home together!” Akaashi behind him stares at you pointedly, he was probably curious as to why you accepted Bokuto’s confession— that smart pretty boy. 

“Sure, Bokuto. I’ll come by the gym once class ends.” And with that your new loud boyfriend walks away, not wanting to intrude on your time with your friends (you would never admit how sometimes you maybe hoped a little bit that he stayed instead though, he was fun and uplifting as much as he was insufferable apparently).

“Y/N, I didn’t know you and Bokuto were close?” Your friend starts off carefully, she knew how dozens of your other classmates were listening in as well— wanting in on the gossip. So you sigh, there was no point in hiding it anyways. 

Especially not with The Bokuto being your new boyfriend. 

“No, we’re not. But he’s my boyfriend now.” And if that wasn’t the most confusing sentence then I don’t know what is. 

“Holy crap, Y/N. So all those guys you rejected, but because Bokuto’s captain of the volleyball club, you said yes?” Of course they had to mention that. 

“I said we weren’t close but that doesn’t mean we’re not getting there. What’s the big deal with me accepting his confession anyways? Mad cause it wasn’t yours?” You spoke in one breath daring the boy to talk back with a menacing look on your face. 

Over the 3 days you’ve dated him, you did notice that one fact about Bokuto you never would’ve guessed. 

Although he was captain of the powerhouse vbc, it seems the kids in your school saw him as nothing but that. Sometimes borderline mocking his loudness and airheadedness— it irked you. 

Irked you so much that over the week leading up to the wedding, you hadn’t even noticed how you were trying to be the best girlfriend to him— openly giving him kisses to the cheek as he stops by during lunch, always waving eagerly at him with a big smile as he passes by on the hallways, and never endingly bragging about him to your classmates— especially when said boyfriend was in the premises. 

It got to the point where what was supposed to be a harmless crush for Bokuto, went past that and now you didn’t even know how the boy was falling head first for you deep. 

And before you knew it— the wedding weekend was approaching. Friday was the last school day you planned on having Bokuto as a boyfriend. 

“Koutaro! You have a match with Nekoma tomorrow, right? On Friday? Lend me one of your jerseys to wear for it!” You don’t even remember when you had started calling him by his first name or when you had started jumping eagerly to meet him by the doorway of your classroom— always putting up a show to your classmates. 

“You’re watching my game tomorrow?” Boy, you had him wrapped around your pinky. “Of course silly, I’m your girlfriend!” You hadn’t even noticed how he literally almost chokes on his breath as you smile at him. 

“Okay! Let’s walk home together and I’ll give you one later.” He beamed, the boy couldn’t get any happier really. 

“Okay.” And when you kiss his cheek he swears he was about to ascend to heaven. “I’ll see you later, okay?” He could only nod and smile, not noticing as your smile drops a little bit by the time he turns around—your bubbly facade easily fading as soon as he’s away. 

Someone else did though. The same person that’s been speculating the reason for you accepting Bokuto’s confession in the first place. 

“Y/N-san, do you have a second?” Akaashi’s soft voice takes you by surprise as you were halfway towards the gym after classes had ended. What was he doing out of practice even?

“Um, sure Akaashi-kun. What do you need?” He fiddled with his fingers but stared straight into your eyes. As if trying to scan and see right through them and into your brain instead. 

“Do you like Bokuto?” Okay, that wasn’t what you had expected but you didn’t know what to expect. 

“Of course I do.” Your voice gave away how unsure you were though. Coming out as a mere whisper, as if you weren’t sure either. 

“No, Y/N-san. As in romantically. Because I just find it not suspicious per say but um...” He struggled to find the words not to offend you. But you already knew what he meant. 

“— illogical, I think, for you to like Bokuto that way with barely knowing him before he confessed.” And again despite the bashful look on his face, his eyes bore into you as if trying to assess every single reaction to his statement. 

“He told me about how you asked him to attend a family wedding with you on Saturday and I can’t help but get ideas from that.” Ahh, busted is what you were. Now you were sure the vbc would hate you after this. 

“Okay, yes, I only accepted his confession because I needed a date to that stupid wedding. If I didn’t have one, all my relatives would shove blind dates up my ass like that’s the only thing I’m good for. And I didn’t want to have to go through all that when I’m so close to graduating and escaping to college and I—“

You hadn’t even noticed the tears of frustration? guilt? start pouring until Akaashi sets a hand on your shoulder, telling you to breathe calmly as he stroked softly. 

“I understand and I’m sorry, Y/N-san. But—” He hesitated, pulling the hand away from your shoulder. 

“But you don’t want Bokuto’s heart to be broken because of that, I get it.” You chuckled dryly, thinking of how lucky Bokuto was to have a friend like him. 

“I’ll... break up with him tomorrow after the game then. I’ll make up some bullshit excuse that I actually didn’t like volleyball or something so that he’d hate me instead.” 

And there goes your foolproof plan. But at the same time, you guessed you couldn’t stand the guilt that was ebbing into the back of your head every time you spoke empty compliments and promises to the boy. 

He was so pure and here you were just toying him.

“You don’t have to do that, Y/N-san. You can just say the truth and he’ll understand.”

“But how are you sure he’ll move on after that then? Sorry, I’d rather not take the risk, Akaashi.” And just before he was about to speak again lo and behold your boyfriend pops out of nowhere as loud as ever. 

“Y/N!” It breaks your heart to see him smile so widely for you. Why on Earth did you think it was okay to lead this boy on?

“Hey, Bokuto.” He frowns at the use of his last name, but before he could complain, something else caught his eye. 

“You’re crying?” And softly, his hands went to wipe the tears that were on your face. As gentle as he was when you first hugged you when he confessed. 

“No! It was just the wind got something on my face.” You smile at him as you rush to wipe your face. And when the frown didn’t leave his, you opted to kiss him on the cheek to forget about it instead (you winced in the back of your head to stop it though).

“Practice good? Did you bring an extra jersey for me?” Proudly, he whips out a clean jersey from his bag and as he moves to put it on you hastily, you couldn’t help but giggle and laugh. 

He really did keep his promise of being the best boyfriend to you, didn’t he?

“Perfect fit!” He exclaims, you couldn’t help but twirl and pull a curtsy for him after, missing the fond gaze he gave as he did. 

“Now let’s get home shall we? You have to be well rested for tomorrow’s game anyways!” 

“Your boyfriend’s pro enough to not let fiddle things like sleep affect his game anyways. Haven’t you noticed, Y/N?” You shook your head as you clung to his arm. 

Any girl was lucky to have him as their girlfriend, weren’t they? It was ironic how you only started to notice now. Now that you’d fucked up any change of being the right girl for him. 

“Whatever you say, Koutaro.” Again, you missed that fond gaze he gave as you looked up ahead. A million and one thoughts were in his head and you barely knew half of it. 

“No, really, Y/N. How bout we make a bet?” You could only indulge in whatever Bokuto says at this point. He deserved nothing less but that. 

“If we win tomorrow, I’ll tell you two things I want you to do for me after.” 

“That sounds a bit perverted, Koutaro.” He blushes and pulls his arm away for your grasp. A babbling mess was what you left him in. It got you curious how gentle his voice shifted into though. 

“Not that, Y/N! I would never ask you to do that unless you wanted to so no, not that.” You could only laugh at his attempt to not look at you. 

“I know I know. You were probably gonna ask me on a date weren’t you?” You teased but deep down you were already dreading for what he’d ask you. Because then you knew you’d have to to break his heart even more for his own sake. 

“Maybe, but maybe something better.” 

It took you all but everything in you to not jump the stands as Fukurodani gets the winning point to the game. For a practice game, this was seriously exhilarating. 

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto’s voice rang out the gym like a marching band, the whole team chorusing after him. 

“Koutaro babe! Congrats!” Shit, you hadn’t meant to call him babe. But seeing him smirk at it sent tingles to your spine, wanting to scream to whomever if it meant seeing that expression again. 

“I know, babe, and now you owe me two wishes.” Ah shit, that. In the side of your eye you could see Akaashi glancing at you two. Reminding you of how you had to set things right. 

“Before that Bokuto can we go talk somewhere about something?” You already held his hand in yours as you dragged him to the empty side of the bleachers, letting it go reluctantly as you faced him. 

“Bokuto, I actually think it’s best if we brok—“

“Hear my wish first.” His voice never sounded like this before. Not even when he had confessed to you and it made you wonder just what was his wish that made him want to interrupt you? He basically knew what you were trying to say, didn’t he?

“Okay..” And as his hand went to scratch the back of his neck bashfully you couldn’t help but get worried. Was he going to say—

“I want to go to that wedding with you.” He what?

“Bokuto, why—“

“I know you’re going to break up with me and that you only accepted my confession so you had someone to bring to the wedding and I don’t care if we have to pretend but I want to be there for you on that wedding.”

Tears started spilling again before you knew it, this was the most you’ve ever even cried this year and all in two days. 

“Akaashi told you?” 

“No, I overheard you two yesterday.” So that’s why he was so flustered when you mentioned anything lewd with his ‘bet’. He was thinking of something completely different and here he was, despite being lied to by you, still offering himself to help?

“Bokuto, I can’t let you do that. I don’t wanna lie or hurt you any further.” 

“But I don’t mind, Y/N!” Your eyes widen at the sudden raise in voice. No matter how loud he was he never held that tone in it— a frustrated and annoyed tone even. 

“Shit.. I’m sorry. But Y/N, what I’m trying to say is you don’t deserve to have to go through all that toxic bullshit and all I want—hell the only reason I even wanted to win this game even—was so you would let me be there for you.”

His steps were hesitant as he walked up to embrace you. But as soon as you fisted his shirt like your life had depended on it, effectively soaking the front of it with your tears as well, he’s never held you any firmer than he has then. 

“I just— I’m so sorry for using you, Bokuto.” Your voice was scratchy and muffled against his chest. Nothing like his deep and smooth baritone answering back. 

“Oh, but don’t be too sorry now. You still owe me one more wish.” You sniffle. 

“I do?” Seeing your tear streaked puffy face, Bokuto almost couldn’t stop himself from kissing you right then and there but even he knew it wasn’t the right time for that. Not when you’re literally crying buckets out of guilt for him. 

“Yup, but I’ll only tell you after the wedding.”

“Okay.”

“And can you believe the look on her face when I said I probably won’t be able to take care of her shop while in college? God, it was a nightmare.” Right now felt like that midsummer night’s dream as you walked the empty streets of Tokyo— both you and Bokuto dressed in a long dress and a nice dress shirt with slacks for him.

Your heels were off and his once neatly parted hair was a bit of a mess, some pieces now just laying on his forehead. 

“I know you said they were crazy but I didn’t expect them to be that crazy, you know? How are you even related to them?” His hand held in yours as you balanced yourself on the edge of the river bank. 

“I don’t know either. They probably just picked me up somewhere, I can’t see myself having the same blood as them really.” And when it was right at the opening of the street to your house did you guys stop (your parents wanted to catch up with a few of your relatives so they stayed at their house instead, hence you walking home with Bokuto at the moment). 

End of the line, you thought. “Bokuto, I—“ Your voice instantly quivers. 

“Now don’t go starting the waterworks on me again.” His hand immediately goes to your face to wipe whatever tears fell and you couldn’t help but think how this might be the last time you’d feel them against it. If only you could change the way you did everything. 

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to say how grateful I am to you and for everything you’ve done when I’ve been nothing but dishonest—”

The way his lips crashed down on yours was everything you needed to relax and calm your nerves. It was chaste but extremely effective in shutting you up in an instant. 

“Sorry, I had to stop you somehow.” He chuckled, putting a hand to the back of his neck again— that same bashful look on his face. 

“You still owe me one more wish, remember?” His eyes held a glimmer to them you couldn’t figure out. Was he going to ask you to serve the vbc for the rest of your high school life now? ‘Cause you could see him asking you that. 

“A do over. That’s it.” Your mind drew a blank at what he said— a stark contrast to the boy’s who was thinking a mile a second. A million scenarios just running constantly. 

“A what?” Was your genius reply. And he couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumb founded face. Frankly, it was Akaashi that gave him this idea (Bokuto wasn’t clever enough to put his wants into words). 

“I went to the wedding to pretend like your boyfriend as a friend. The whole relationship that happened this past week will be cancelled essentially if you exchanged it for one thing— a do over!” 

“I don’t under—“ 

“First thing’s first! Well.. first thing’s second now actually, but I’m Bokuto Koutaro. Y/N L/N, I like you very much and would you be my girlfriend?” 

Nothing like his first confession where he was so rushed and just wanted to get it over with, Bokuto was careful this time. A serious glint in his eyes as he gazed into yours. 

You couldn’t help but cry like an idiot as you laughed at his pathetic attempt of a curtsy, but despite that your heart was beating in your chest, thinking if you really deserved this. 

“My feet are starting to cramp, you know.” Still bowing, you could see how his arms and legs starting to tremble. 

Oh, but fuck it. Who could resist a man like him? “Yes, Bokuto. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

Guess now you’ll just have to spoil him. 

bonus. during the wedding

bonus.

“Kou baby~” Your voice rang across the hallways

As you ran up to your boyfriend of 2 weeks. “Y/N!!” He easily catches you in his arms and in any other location this would’ve been a cute couple’s moment. 

Except now—in the middle of the cramp lunch-crowded hallways—it was frankly far from cute. Especially considering how this was almost the 4th time in the row you’ve done this already. 

“Hey, isn’t that Y/N? I thought she always rejected guys that confessed to her? She was dating the volleyball captain the whole time?” 

“Whoa, so Bokuto’s the man ain’t he? My dude’s buff as hell too now that I look at it.”

“They’re a hot couple but man are they obnoxious.”

“Unbelievable, Y/N. I know you were already so all over Bokuto since you started dating 3 weeks ago but how is it that you’ve gotten worse ever since that wedding?” Your best friend trudged behind you. And you and Bokuto could only laugh in response, it was funny though—how only you two knew what truly happened and how you got together. 

You two plus Akaashi anyways, you learned recently that him and Bokuto were a set package truly, no point in complaining. 

“Awe don’t be so jealous that I have an amazing boyfriend bestie~” Pinching Bokuto’s cheek, your friend gagged in response. 

There was nothing you could do, when you said you spoil Bokuto— you truly meant you would spoil him. He deserved nothing less, really. 

“Baby, watch me practice later?” And Bokuto was all for it. He literally feeds off all the affection and love you gave him, and whenever you came to practice to watch and cheer for him? His head grew bigger than the moon from your shower of compliments. 

“Of course, babe!”

“Hey, Y/N babe, tell Konoha would you? Was it my spikes or my serves that you fell for?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s question—a cocky smile on his face. 

With a sigh, you couldn’t help but chuckle as Konoha shakes his head disapprovingly. “Both, baby.” You also learned a peck on the lips would shut him up easily. A trade secret you must say. 

Because as much as you loved making the boy who stuck with you so happy, sometimes it was easier to have him content with himself rather than having to share it with the whole of Tokyo, if a possibility. 

“Hehe, I knew it.” But really, at this point you knew that whatever he did, you’d follow him to the end. 

another bonus. bokuto wants bokuto gets