#bktart

“bubba i’m home!” you called from the entrance of your apartment. taking a deep breath with a hiss, akaashi forced a smile onto his lips and nodded up towards you. he marked the book and set it down. seeing this as an opening you jumped into his lap and snuggled into his thighs with a giggle. he tried to make himself smile but the intrusive thoughts prevented it from happening. he swallowed thickly and began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“you’re home early,” keiji noted. really? that’s all he could say. could he be anymore-

“yep! got all my studying done early. finals can’t kick my ass,” you giggled, puffing up your cheeks. that got a soft laugh out of him. “what about you, kei? how’s the book? you look almost done with it.”

“it’s good,” was all he said. he didn’t want to bore you with the anecdote. you didn’t care about what the book was about. no one would. you wanted someone more fun. more interesting. god. when were you going to leave him? couldn’t you get it over with-

“just good?” you sat up, petting his thigh gently. “usually you tell me about what you’ve read. any new updates on the book?” he shook his head, turning away from facing you. “bunny. what’s going on? this isn’t like you. are you okay? did something happen in class?”

rip the bandaid off, keiji. get it over with.

“do you find me boring?” he asked meekly, cracking his fingers avoiding your gaze. your brows furrowed.

“what? no. i could never find you boring,” you confirmed, rubbing his arm comfortingly. 

“never?” he asked with a crack in his voice. “you just seem more happy and excitable with people like konoha, bokuto... and i feel like i’m not enough for you.”

“baby,” you cooed, fully sitting in his lap. “you aren’t boring. i’ve never found you boring. you can talk about things i never understand and i’m so enraptured by everything you say! the way you can analyze books and stories and make multiple meanings of them is incredible. i like how analytical and calm you are. sure you aren’t a bundle of energy like bokuto, but i like the calm you bring into my life. i love you. you aren’t boring my love.” keiji felt the beating of his heart calm and he smiled softly down at you, kissing your forehead sweetly. “so tell me about the book, darling.”

oikawa tooru

you sat on the bench listening to the sound of a volleyball hitting the floor for what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour. practice ended an hour ago and oikawa was still there. practicing. running himself ragged. he was panting, bent over with hands on his knees, body craving water, glistening with sweat. he was supposed to come home with you an hour ago. he called you for a ride an hour ago. and here he was. still practicing. impatiently you tapped your foot against the bleachers.

“tooru.”

“one more.”

“tooru.”

“i said one more.”

“you said one more half an hour ago,” you grumbled.

“i need to get better,” he mumbled, picking up the ball and spinning it in his hand. with a frustrated twitch of your brow you stood up and walked down to him. he didn’t even notice you and continued to practice his jump serve. panting he winced. you noticed. swallowing thickly, he walked back over, chocolate eyes widening at you standing in front of the balls. “move. move y/n.”

“no.” you handed him a water bottle. tooru sighed and gently took it from you, drinking it like he hadn’t had water in months. sighing once the water was done, he wiped his mouth and collapsed onto the gym floor. he pulled his knees to his chest, rubbing and massaging his thighs. you knelt in front of him, pushing his sweaty locks out of his face. “tooru take a break.”

“i can’t,” tooru’s voice broke in his throat. “i can’t, y/n. i can’t be a failure again.”

“you were never a failure, tooru. if you were you wouldn’t be here,” you cupped his cheek, running your thumb across his cheekbones. you felt the tears begin to fall. “you aren’t a failure. just you pursuing your dreams like this makes you a success. you should always be proud of yourself. i’m proud of you. okay?” he didn’t respond, which scared you. “tooru? baby? honeybee?” he started to sob, hiccupping as he pulled you into a tight hug. cooing you rubbed his back, kissing his sweaty temple. “i’m so very proud of you, tooru oikawa.”

“i love you so much, buttercup,” tooru hiccuped, wiping his eyes. “you mean everything to me. thank you for your support i couldn’t ask for more.” you smiled. 

“lets go home. you need rest.” you stood, pulling tooru to his feet, shaky from muscle overuse. 

“can we get ice cream on the way back?” tooru asked with a twinkle in his eyes.