#asaboku

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)

treat

There’s a box on the table.  A small orange box with a silver ribbon tied around it.

Asahi ignores it the first time he walks through the kitchen.

The second time he gives it a passing glance but doesn’t really think much about it.  He just grabs an apple and heads for his home office.

He comes back a few minutes later to toss his apple core in the trash and glances at the box again.  It’s still just a small orange box with a silver ribbon.  He scrunches his nose a little but he leaves it alone and goes back to his office again.

He gets a good hour of work done before he finally groans and goes back to the kitchen.

It’s a little orange box with a silver ribbon and he can’t just leave it there.  He knows it’s for him.  He knows it’s from Koutarou.  He knows Koutarou doesn’t expect him to wait to open it.  If he did he wouldn’t have left it on the table.

The box feels so tiny when he picks it up.  It’s about the size of his palm and it’s so light it might as well be empty.  He shakes the box and frowns when he doesn’t hear anything.

It wouldn’t be impossible for Koutarou to give him an empty box.  He’s done it before, once or twice, after all.  Usually as part of some scavenger hunt or game or something but he’s always been nearby when he’s done that.

Asahi peers out of the kitchen and glances up and down the short hallway.  Nope.  Still alone.  Sadly.  Koutarou wasn’t always gone in the fall like this but when he was it seemed to Asahi that the days dragged on and on and on.

He peers down at the box in his hand suspiciously.  If Koutarou was gone still then how did he get this box in the apartment without Asahi noticing?

“Koutarou?” he calls out, frown deepening when there’s no response.

He stares down at the box for a moment longer before mentally shrugging and tugging the silver ribbon off the box.  He pulls the lid off and sets it on the table.  There’s a folded up piece of paper inside the box, squished into a pile of tissue paper, which explains why nothing had rattled when he shook the box.

My dearest Asahi,

By the time you read this — which I can guess pretty accurately cause you’re just as curious and impatient as I am sometimes — I will be in the middle of the last negotiations with my agent.  After I leave the office I’ll be retired and the only person I’ll have to answer to is you.  I’ll be home every night and never have another away game again.  In fact I’ll probably be home in an hour or two and we can go down to the coffee shop and I’ll buy you all the apple-spicey, pumpkiny, fall flavored stuff you can handle.

Love you forever, Koutarou

—

Asahi is waiting in the hallway when Koutarou gets home just over an hour after he had reread the note for the fifth time to make sure he read it right.  Koutarou drops his bag on the floor and opens his arms with a grin.  Asahi throws himself into Koutarou’s arms and buries his face in his neck.

“I’m home,” Koutarou whispers softly.  “For good.”

Summary:

Thank you for the request!

(Context: this is a clarification about a request for feeder/feedee Asahi and Bokuto!) 

Bokuto doesn’t end up gaining much because I kept this canon compliant but I hope you enjoy it, I had a lot of fun writing it!! (if you want him to gain more please dont hesitate to send in another request next time they’re open!)

It starts at the training camp because they practice so late that everyone misses supper at least once. Asahi is pretty observant though and he notices that often the Fukurodani ace will hang back despite the promise of food and keep working by himself. Asahi doesn't want to meddle but everyone has been so considerate of Karasuno and helping them improve that he has to do something. Against his nature he sneaks off campus to get some food for Bokuto from the convenience store.

He runs back to the gym where Bokuto is practicing his serves. Asahi has a hard time talking himself into walking in and disturbing Bokuto but Bokuto sees him and invites him in. He thinks Asahi wants to practice with him but he's equally delighted when Asahi presents him with the food. Bokuto eats voraciously and makes sure to thank Asahi a hundred times.

It becomes their thing. Every night they hang out and Asahi watches Bokuto eat until one evening Bokuto has worked himself to the bone and can't even lift his arms. "You should just feed me yourself," Bokuto says as a joke but Asahi takes him seriously, blushing vividly the whole time. When he's done, Bokuto thanks him with a kiss.

The barbeque is almost too much to handle for poor Asahi. He doesn't have much to do, Bokuto is shoveling meat on his plate and in his mouth without any prompting at all. Asahi just hangs back and looks at the expressions of delight on his feedee's face knowing he's going to be the one rubbing his sore tummy after he's done.

where did this even come from. (actually i think i do know where this came from: @brewcha I blame you for making me want to give Asahi all the love) SO HERE, have a bucket of my feelings/thoughts/headcanons:

Bokuto gives Asahi an ace t-shirt and at first Asahi didn't want to take it, because it's....literally the figure of an ace upon his back. He's a lot better about it than before, but he doesn't need a physical reminder that he carries a weight on his shoulders

But Bokuto insists, he insists that Asahi takes it because being the ace isn't just about being the strongest, or being the center of the court, or anything like that. he tells Asahi that being the ace doesn't have to be something he carries, it doesn't have to be a burden.

he tells him to wear the shirt with pride, pride for the trust his teammates have in him, pride for the way blockers always view them as jaguars ready to pounce on their prey, pride for the games they've finished for their team.

That's the first arrow that broke through all of Asahi's walls. everything he learns about Bokuto following this conversation just makes him fall more and more in love with him

(Suga has laughing fit over Asahi's panic while Daichi wipes away a tear, saying he's very proud of Asahi for growing up)

Bokuto really helping Asahi embrace and be confident in his body

Whenever Bokuto starts flexing he always drags Asahi into the gun show with him

He gets Asahi to wear matching tank tops with him

Bokuto loving how gentle Asahi is. It makes him so weak honestly. Asahi kisses like he's made of flower petals, or your favorite t-shirt (and Bokuto has a very extensive collection of t-shirts, so he knows what the comfiest shirts feel like)

Their hugs are so sweet and so so comfy man.

imagine Bokuto blowing raspberries into the crook of Asahi's neck. asahi being ridiculously ticklish and he squirms and laughs in Bokuto's arms. He tries to return the favor and discovers that Bokuto's also very ticklish, and they get into tickle wars

Bokuto hooking his chin over Asahi's shoulder and pouts, trying to get Asahi to give him a kiss

Asahi refuses to get into an arm wrestling match with Bokuto, but Suga and Daichi forces him to. "for Karasuno, Asahi!" Suga shouts, slapping his back and shoves him towards the table Bokuto is sitting at with a bright smile. Asahi tells himself, huh okay maybe it'll be fine and it won't be as embarrassing as he thinks it'll go. the moment he puts his elbows on the table, Bokuto's bright smile turns into a smirk. his guns flexes and Asahi thinks to himself, "i'm gonna get pulverized, please bury me with my favorite shoujo movies"