(A Bokuto AU Alignment except it turned into a 2826 word oneshot)
A/N: Ok y’all I’m a HUGE Bokuto simp so this is a little self indulgent, but as usual I tried to make it inclusive (I think I use she/her pronouns like twice, so I cant say its gender neutral but for the most part its in second person point of view so there is just a lot of “you”) Sorry it’s taken so long, I got carried away and ended up writing what Id consider my first full length fic. I don’t know if I’ll be doing that again though, college is no joke, props to everyone who is able to crank out long fics and have a consistent upload schedule, couldn’t be me! Anyway I hope you enjoy your Next Door Neighbor Bokuto!
You had moved into a new apartment about a week and a half ago and still hadn’t formally met your new next-door neighbor. You hadn’t seen him around much, coming to the conclusion, based on the thin walls, that he worked odd hours and seemed to have group of guys over just about every week, oh, and that he was absolutely gorgeous. You had told your friend on the phone about him but that it didn’t matter because you were fairly certain he had no knowledge of your existence.
A few weeks go by and after a long week of work you and your friends decide to go out. As you’re locking your door your handsome neighbor and his bunch of rambunctious friends have just gotten off the elevator and were walking towards you. Unfortunately, your key is refusing to come out of the lock. Your landlord had informed you it was finicky, apparently the last tenant kept losing their key and needed the lock replaced a few too many times. So there you were, looking a little frustrated and somewhat like an idiot as you attempt to yank your key out of your door. You were so focused that you didn’t really notice the group of guys who had stopped outside Bokuto’s door. When you finally manage to wiggle the damned thing out you let out a huff of relief, give yourself a moment to pull yourself together, and turn around, only to find a group of rather attractive men looking your way. You make eye contact with your semi-familiar neighbor who happens to be giving you the cutest little half smile you’d ever seen. Flustered, you give the group a wave, a small smile, and a sweet “have a good night”. Then you make your way downstairs. Once you’re in your friends car you cringe internally as you recount the embarrassing experience, I mean your attractive neighbor AND his attractive friends just saw you struggle with the cursed key, like an idiot, for who knows how long! Slumping a little in your seat your friend laughs and tells you to forget about it for the night, but you can’t help but wonder what your handsome neighbor, thinks of you.
Well, Bokuto thinks you are the absolute cutest thing around! After your small smile and hurried walk to the elevator Hinata, Atsumu, Sakusa, Akaashi, and Kuroo all turn to face Bo, who has the ever so slightest of blushes on his face. Atsumu being, well, Atsumu pointed it out immediately “so, is it safe to say the lil’ cutie who just walked past us is the reason ya got that dopey smile on yer face?”, the rest of the lot also seems to be wondering this, all having curious expressions on their faces. “I’ve seen her a few times in passing, I knew someone moved in a while ago, but I didn’t know it was her.” He explains as he opens the door to his apartment. Bokuto always thought you’d been visiting someone, perhaps a boyfriend, every time he sees you in the hallways. Needless to say, he was happy to find out you lived there.
The guys file in and plop themselves down in his living room. “So, you’ve known someone moved in for a few weeks and you didn’t bother to see who it was or introduce yourself?” ask Akaashi, “It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, I’ve just been busy with practice!“ Bokuto exclaims. “Well maybe he’ll get a move on now that he knows his neighbor is cute” Kuroo chuckles as the others seem to playfully nod and laugh in agreement. Their conversation soon shifts but Bokuto stays quite as he remembers your face, smiling to himself, making a mental note to introduce himself to you as soon as possible.
You arrived home the next afternoon, after spending the night at your friends and getting breakfast together. As you make your way to your door you notice a note taped to it, taking it off and going inside, putting your things down you stop to read the note:
“Hi neighbor, sorry I’m just getting around to introducing myself now, my name’s Bokuto! I knocked on your door this morning, but you weren’t home, so I thought I’d leave you a note, come say hi when you get a chance :)”
Your eyes light up. So that’s his name, Bokuto. You smile to yourself as you reread it, looking at the little smiley face he’d drawn. A part of you felt silly for getting all giddy over a note from a neighbor who was probably just trying to be polite but at the same time you make a plan to greet him after you’ve showered and tidied up a bit. Around 5:00 pm you give a knock on his door, waiting a moment or so before realizing he isn’t home, an idea pops into your head as you go back to your apartment to craft your own note, being just the slightest bit bold.
Hi Bokuto, I’m Y/N, I knocked on your door around 5 but you weren’t home. I’ve noticed you seem to work some odd hours; I hope you’re getting enough rest! Anyway, here’s my number if you ever need anything or so we can figure out a time we’ll both be home, can’t wait to meet ya! ;)
You fold it and tape it to his door. Now you wait. After a few hours you still hadn’t received a response, peeking outside your door to see the note still taped where you’d put it. Resolving to go to bed, as either he still wasn’t home, or he didn’t cared that much, either way you would know soon. With that thought you turned off the lights and snuggled into bed.
When Bokuto arrives home its around 1:00 in the morning, he’d had a game that night which required a little bit of a day trip. He’s so tired he barely notices the note on his door but takes it off and brings himself inside. Sleepily he skims your note, not really processing what it says or who it’s from, he sets it on his counter and goes to shower. He’s halfway through his shampoo he realizes the note was from you and that you’d left your number. He wakes up a bit after this realization, quickly finishing his shower before he goes to check that his exhausted brain isn’t making things up. He rereads the letter, feeling all warm inside, you’d noticed his odd hours and had given him your number. He feels bad he missed you again, so he sends off a text even though he knows you probably won’t see it until the morning. He goes to sleep with a soft smile.
You wake up to two texts sent at 1:46 am from an unknown number reading:
Hi, y/n sorry to get back to you so late, I had a game and just got home a bit ago. I have the next 2 days off and I don’t plan on going anywhere, fair warning though, I’ll probably sleep in a little late today! You can knock on my door whenever or I can come to you. Either way I hope you’re having sweet dreams :)
Oh, this is Bokuto by the way! lol
Your heart jumps a bit after reading his text, “sweet dreams”, just who does he think he is, being so cute? You are interested to find out what he meant by having a “game”, but you supposed you’d figure it out soon. Checking the time, 10:23 am, you find it quite plausible he may still be sleeping based on the time receipt. Well, that gave you time to pull yourself together and build up the courage to actually knock on his door. You decide to send him at text, not wanting to be rude, or impose on his time:
Hi neighbor! I hope you had a good night sleep, or are still having it… anyway, whatever time works for you, I’ll be home all day!
Putting your phone aside you go about your business, taking your time getting ready for the day.
Bokuto wakes from his peaceful and much needed slumber at precisely 12:27 pm, groggily reaching around for his phone, smiling when he sees the text from you. Cherishing it for a moment he then hops out of bed, happily humming to himself on the way to his bathroom. He’s in the middle of eating bowl of Froot Loops when he decides he’ll put on some clothes and greet you after his late breakfast.
Around 1:15 pm Bokuto stands in front of the door that leads to his neighbor that he’s only ever talked to once. On the other side you sit on your couch wondering if Bokuto is up and moving, deciding you should head over to meet him soon, thinking about what you’ll say or do when you see him. Your track record isn’t great, stupid lock you think to yourself. You are startled from your train of thought by a knock on your door, you get up almost embarrassingly quickly, peering through the peephole to confirm it is your captivatingly handsome neighbor. Indeed, you are right, he almost looks nervous, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. You take a deep breath before opening your door with a smile.
The door opens and the two of you stand staring at each other, taking in each other’s features for a moment. Bokuto gives you an uncharacteristically shy smile and sounding almost breathless he greets you with a soft “Hi”, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Hi neighbor” you respond hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. Bokuto then smiles and extends his hand for you to shake, somewhat hesitantly you take it. “I’m Bokuto Koutaro” His hand is large and toned, when you shake his grip is firm. Not scarily so, rather more comforting, you decide based on this single touch that Bokuto feels safe. Noticing you’ve been shaking hands for a moment too long you let go, introducing yourself, “I’m glad to finally meet you” you add. “Sorry it’s taken so long, I’ve been a little busy and to be honest every time I saw you in the building, I thought you were here visiting someone” rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah I see” there’s a pause for a moment neither of you knowing what to say. “Um, you said you had a game last night, I wasn’t exactly sure what you meant but I hope it went well.” “Oh yeah” he chuckles, “I was a little surprised you noticed my odd hours, I play volleyball for a living so sometimes travel and practice throws my schedule off, but we did win last night!” he explains beaming towards you. “It seems like you really enjoy it” you smile back at him, at this moment you realize you should invite him inside, “would you like to come in for coffee or tea or something and we can keep talking?” You ask putting yourself out there just a bit. “I’d like that” he states.
This is how Bokuto ends up in your apartment, wandering and looking around as you ask if he’d like anything to drink, “some water would be great” he replies before planting himself on a stool by your countertop. “What about you?” he says, “What do you do? Do you like it?”. You hand him his water, and fill your own glass telling him about your job, what you like and dislike about it, and your coworkers, he sits and listens trying to pay attention to every word you say. You’re facing him, leaned up against your countertop, the afternoon light streaming in from the windows making you look ethereal, honestly, he doesn’t think you’re real. It’s not until you question him that he comes out of his daze “How about your coworkers, you like everyone on your team okay?” “Oh yeah, I’ve known some of them since high school, we all really like what we do, and we’re really good friends. The other day when I saw you in the hallway, and I had that bunch of guys with me? Most of them are teammates or other good friends.” He explains, you nod telling him “ Ah so that’s the Friday night squad, you guys sure seem to have a good time together!” You laugh, he sheepishly smiles “Sorry, I know we can get pretty loud, but you’re more than welcome to come if ya want”. he offers, trying to make up for any times he’s disrupted an attempt at a quite night, “No worries, I don’t mind, I promise, but I might take you up on that one weekend you, sounds fun!” assure him, he seems to relax a bit.
You continue talking about any and everything, interacting with each other animatedly and with excitement, not noticing you’re on the 3rd hour of getting to know one another, too distracted by how easy it is talking to one another. You tell him how you felt so embarrassed the other night after the whole key ordeal explaining that was not the ideal first interaction, especially with all the other guys having been there too. You’re laughing with him about it in hindsight, but he flushes as he remembers Atsumu and Kuroo’s teasing, “Don’t worry, I thought it was kinda cute” he says cracking you a devilishly charming smile, now it’s your turn to heat up. “That’s a first, but thanks” you awkwardly chuckle not really believing that the neighbor you’ve been crushing on just told you he thought you were cute, maybe if he turned out to be an asshole it would have been much easier to get rid of this schoolgirl crush, but he wasn’t, he was sweet and funny and intelligent and oh you could go on… you change the subject before you fall harder, “You said you thought I was visiting someone every time you saw me around the building, did your old neighbor have kids you’d never seen or…who’d you think I was visiting?” You question, “Nah, I knew they moved out, but I wasn’t sure who moved in and I didn’t see you coming and going as much as my last neighbor, so I assumed you were visiting a friend or a boyfriend” he trails off getting up to place his glass in the sink. “Oh” you laugh “Yeah I don’t have one of those. A boyfriend I mean, I- I do have friends” you ramble next to him. “I don’t doubt it” he chuckles. Instead of going back to the stool he leans against the counter staying next to you “but I am surprised you don’t have a boyfriend” he adds, arms crossed, looking at you causing you to heat up again. “Well, we can’t all be handsome superstar athletes, I bet you have people throwing themselves at you left and right!” this seems to catch his attention, turning to look at you, “Oh, so you think I’m handsome?” eyebrows quirked with interest. Well shit, you think to yourself, you could either continue to be a flustered mess or throw yourself out there but based on how the days gone you decide to go for it. “And what if I do?” you sass back at him, “Well then I’d have to say I think you’re beautiful.” He admits looking into your eyes. “And my personality?” “Ten out of ten” he winks causing you to chuckle, he notes that he’d love to hear the sound of your giggle as much as possible. “And how about mine?” he inquires, “Perfect” you respond smiling at him. “So… if I were to ask you to dinner, would you say yes?” He asks you, “ I think I would, but you’d have to ask properly” you reply. Without a second to spare he looks into your eyes “Y/N L/N, would you allow me the great honor of taking you to dinner?” he dramatically asks offering you his hand once again, you take it, “Yes, yes I would” intertwining it with your fingers together.
And that’s how you stay for a while just holding each other’s hands, there’s a comfortable silence before you speak up “You know, I’ve actually been interested in you since the day I first saw you.” “Well, I hope you stay interested in a while longer” he says giving a little squeeze to your hand. And that you do, for a long time actually, having fun together, meeting his friends and teammates, going to games, and eventually moving into a new place together. Bokuto claims that it is in part so you “don’t have to deal with that crappy lock anymore” but you know he’s secretly thankful for that finicky lock and key, just as you are, because that’s how you two came to be.
A/N: I don’t know why I think Bokuto is a Froot Loops kinda guy, and if someone wants to draw no shirt Bo eating a bowl of Froot Loops I think it would be great. Also if you liked it I’d really appreciate a note, a comment, or if you really want a reblog bc I had no clue what I was doing and some validation would be nice lmao.
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