#100 s

a/n: the last time I did this prompt, I made it angsty- so here is some fluff! thank you to @bb-noya for requesting! 

edit: aaaah my characterization game is not strong-

Enjoy! xx

Bokuto doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Well- he’s screaming at the top of his lungs because you two are zooming down a rollercoaster track-

But you’re also clinging to his arm- so close that he can smell your perfume and your wind-blown hair tickles his nose. 

Sure-

You guys are on the rumored fastest coaster in the country, and it’s thrilling because Koutarou has to brace himself against his seat to just stay in the cart and the way his heart lodges in his throat is indescribable-

Though the fact that you’re holding on to him -tight; like the sky will swoop you away if you let go- is even more exhilerating. 

You’re laughing like mad. And Bokuto doesn’t pay attention to the scenery speeding all around him- he pays attention to you. 

The valleys in between your fingers that seem made to fit his; the sunshine-like radiance of your eyes. 

It’s a weird time to be philosophical, because the machine is heading upwards now; gravity pulling your intertwined bodies backwards as far as it can- but Bokuto doesn’t care, cause his heart is going fast, fast, fast and he looks at your smile and he can’t escape it. 

Bokuto knows adrenaline. He’s felt it before- during games when his palm slams the ball- when he’s walking onto the court against a strong team that he knows he’s going to beat. 

This, though?

This is a pure form of energy; a shock; a drive to do something because you’re sitting right there and if such a difficult sport comes so easily to him then why can’t romance?

He likes you a lot.

He likes you a lot, a lot, a lot- likes you with the intensity he does his spikes with. 

The cart dives downward at such a steep angle that Koutarou thinks he’s gonna fall out of his seat-

Yet your arm still wraps around his and you keep him tethered. 

He lets out a huge whoop! and yells with you all the way down. 

He screams and he screams like there’s no tomorrow. 

With you, it seems like time is infinite. 

But the rollercoaster sure isn’t, and the ride’s momentum practically jostles his insides before it comes to a screeching halt. 

The movement slams you back into his chest, though Bokuto’s too focused on how it just feels right to notice how you laugh nervously. 

A staff member comes around, unbuckling your restraints and helping him out of his seat. When he’s safely on the platform, he extends a hand out to you.

You take it- palm against palm- and he doesn’t understand the lightness his body feels- like he weighs the same as the air.

He doesn’t need to, though.

He acts on his adrenaline, that desire to do something (impulsive as he always is)-

And he says it.

“I’m really high on adrenaline and I really want to kiss you.”

And oh- if he thought that rollercoaster was something, he can’t imagine what happens next.