#bokuto fluff

akaashi noticed that from when bokuto first met you. you were louder with him, the complete opposite of your usual quiet demeanor. you had always been more introverted than akaashi, but with bokuto, (or for you, kou), you were an entirely different person. like you had no troubles and were carefree. even at your big age of fourteen and three quarters, bokuto brought out the little girl in you. the one who loved to be doted on and coddled.

even if you deny it, akaashi sees it, and he knows he can't stop whatever you and bokuto have. so, he continues to let it happen.

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the night before your first day of school, you stayed up late on call with bokuto. you couldn't sleep because of how excited you were, and he was just a night owl.

you yapped together until one am, when you fell asleep. bokuto didn't hang up until he heard your soft snoring.

five hours later, at six am, you missed your alarm and akaashi had to wake you up. you'd gotten dressed and your mom dropped you guys off to school.

you and akaashi had been given schedules that were completely parallel, and you didn't have a single class with bokuto either! this would be your first time being alone in school. no friends, no twin brother, no kou.

the first week was rough on your own. contrary to your hopes, you weren't able to make any friends. but that's okay! that takes time.

although your only friends in middle school were bokuto and akaashi, you were positive there were other people who would love to get to know you.

from your seat on the living room couch, you could hear bokuto and akaashi talking about their new friends from the volleyball team at the dinner table. listening to them made something burn inside you. it was so easy for them to make friends. granted, they did join a club. but still, they sounded so excited for the next week of school. while all you felt was dread.

"y/n! are you gonna eat?"

bokuto's voice called to you across the room.

"not right now...i have to go to the library."

this time akaashi questioned you,

"for what? it's almost sunset."

"i need a book for one of my classes."

"oh,"

bokuto and akaashi mumbled in sync.

"i'll be back soon."'

you stood up and grabbed your phone.

"y/n- i can come with you! if you want-"

"it's okay, kou. you can keep talking with akaashi."

bokuto was going to say something else but akaashi's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"alright, see you later, y/n."

you rushed out of the house as soon as akaashi gave you the green light. for the first week, you'd been given more assignments than you anticipated: get a book of your choice with two-hundred pages or more, make 'about me' slides for three different classes, and a book assignment for an honours algebra class. akaashi definitely didn't take that class, he excelled in english rather than math, and bokuto had all of the basic classes.

what was going on through these teacher's heads? you couldn't even remember their names before being drowned with assignments! you just sighed and continued walking to the library.

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when you got back to your house, it was a little past sunset, and bokuto and akaashi were setting a volleyball on your lawn.

"y/n! you're back! you took foreverrrr!"

upon seeing you, bokuto immediately dropped the ball and ran towards you, whining.

"it wasn't that long.."

"felt like forever,"

he grumbled.

"we should watch a movie!"

"what about akaashi?"

"he's fineee! let's go!"

bokuto picked you up, carried you to the living and put on a movie. while you cuddled on the couch, you wondered if bokuto had magical calming powers. everything that you had been feeling earlier in the day just melted away, and you could only think about how much you appreciated bokuto.

"thank you, kou.."

"mm?"

he jolted awake next to you and asked,

"whadidyousay?"

you giggled at the drool running down the side of his mouth.

"nothing...you can go back to sleep."

"mhmmm."

he kissed your forehead and immediately fell back asleep. he's so silly.

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the weeks soon melded into two months, and in those two months, too much changed.

you found out that you were taking higher level classes than akaashi, which shocked you because you thought he was the smarter twin. with those higher level classes though, came harder work. the teachers assigned a stupid amount of work for a freshman two months into high school. you currently had two projects due that you were only halfway done with, an essay to write, and two full textbook pages for math to complete. it was overwhelming.

such a big change was starting to take its toll on you. and what made it worse was that you had nobody to confide in. bokuto and akaashi stayed after-school nearly everyday because of volleyball, and if akaashi was home, he was either sleeping or doing his own schoolwork.

bokuto came over less often than he used to. he still came over for dinner every friday, but during the week he was rarely seen by you. the days bokuto was at your house, you were unavailable. occupied either by reading or a project, you barely had time to sneeze anymore.

"y/n y/n y/n y/n!"

bokuto was calling your name outside your bedroom door.

"can i come in? are you busy? i'm gonna come in!"

the door bursted open. only for bokuto to find you asleep on your desk.

"oh..."

that was so unlike you. it was a saturday. you're normally awake the entire day. but now? you sleeping at four pm on top of homework? it was so unlike you.

if a blockhead like bokuto could see a difference in your recent behaviors, that meant you were changing drastically. and you were. you were always cooped up in your room now. either skipping meals or eating late, insisting that you'd, "be done soon!"

what scared him the most was how you started distancing yourself from him. you were never one to avoid the people you love, but these past two months, you've been acting like a completely different person.

as he sits on the floor beside your chair, it hits him.

bokuto doesn't want to lose you.

and your recent behavior is giving him a reason to fear your future together.

he just wants you back.

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you awoke an hour later to see bokuto slumped against the leg of your chair.

"kou?"

he jumped awake.

"y/n! i missed you!"

"i didn't go anywhere.."

"i know, but i still missed you. do you want to watch a movie?"

"uhm. i would...but i'm not done with my homework. it's due on tuesday and i'm less than halfway done."

"oh...can i help?"

"we don't take the same classes, silly."

"oh yeah..."

bokuto awkwardly scratched his neck,

"do you have something you want to ask, kou?"

"yeah...you don't think we'll grow apart, right?"

"of course not! what makes you think that?"

"nothing...i was just wondering."

"well, don't think like that. i'll always love you, kou."

"and i'll always love you, princess. can you take a little break now? to eat?"

"hm...i am kinda hungry...okay!

"yay!"

bokuto stood up and picked you up to carry you to the kitchen.

while you were eating, he asked,

"did you mean it?"

"mean what?"

"that you'll always love me..."

"of course i did! i could i not?"

"i dunno..."

"don't think about that, kou! we're going to be together forever, and nothing will change that, got it?"

he smiled at your serious tone.

"got it, princess."

"okay! now tell me about volleyball!"

bokuto smiled. maybe he wouldn't have to worry about losing you. as long as the two of you stick to your words, nothing will ever come between the two of you.

ever.

kawaiiladygirl's note: i wrote this at two am and i just finished checking it now lol. i think bokuto likes carrying you 👀 also, i'm sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out 😭😭😭 please forgive me peeps ! kawiiladygirl out !

the morning sun hadn’t even finished peeling itself off the horizon before bokuto was already vibrating with the intensity of a thousand malfunctioning kitchen blenders. it was your birthday. to anyone else, it was a tuesday. to bokuto, it was the super bowl, the moon landing, and the discovery of sliced bread all rolled into one seismic event. he was pacing the fukurodani hallways with such vigor that he was genuinely at risk of burning a trench into the linoleum.

he had three envelopes stuffed into his jacket—each one slightly crumpled because he’d hugged them to his chest for four hours straight—and three packages that he had wrapped himself with more effort than he’d ever put into a math exam.

𓏵

the first one hit your desk with the force of a meteor during homeroom. bokuto didn’t say anything; he just stood there, breathing heavily through his nose, eyes wide and golden like a hawk that had just found a very precious, very confused mouse. he dropped a small, squishy parcel next to the envelope and bolted.

you opened the letter first.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much my heart goes ‘boom’ every time you walk into a room, but i’m gonna try anyway! honestly, i think if i didn’t have ribs, my heart would have flown out of my chest and attached itself to your backpack like a parasitic twin months ago. you are the absolute ace of my life, the top of the podium, the golden medal around my neck! i wake up every day feeling like i just won the national championship because you actually chose to date me? me?! i’m just a guy who hits balls really hard, (hehehehe) and you’re like... a celestial goddess who smells like sunshine and magic! i’m so lucky i could scream (and i did, ask akaashi, he told me to shut up at 4 am). i am yours forever and ever and ever!”

the gift accompanying it was a custom-made plushie of an owl. not just any owl, though. it was a round, rotund great horned owl wearing a tiny, hand-knitted replica of your favorite cardigan. it was so soft it felt like holding a cloud that had been blessed by a saint.

𓏵

lunchtime was a tactical operation. you were sitting under the usual tree when a shadow loomed over you. bokuto hovered. he looked like he was vibrating at a frequency only dogs could hear. he handed you the second envelope and a flat, square box.

“read it,” he whispered, sounding like he’d just run a marathon. “read it now, y/n!”

“LOVE us! honestly! we’re the ultimate power duo! i was thinking about how much i adore you, and i realized that if you were a volleyball, i would never spike you because i’d never want to let you go (but that would be a foul, so i guess i’d just carry you off the court). you make me feel like i’m permanently in the ‘way of the ace’ mode. everything is brighter when you’re around. i look at you and i feel like i could jump high enough to touch the moon, grab a handful of moon-dust, and bring it back to make you a necklace. living without you would be like playing a match with no net, no ball, and no floor. just a dark, sad void. you’re the sparkle in my hair gel! you’re the perfect cross-shot of my soul!”

inside the box was a hand-painted denim jacket. on the back, he had painstakingly painted a mural of your favorite flowers surrounding a tiny, stylized version of the two of you. the paint was thick, and there were a couple of yellow fingerprints near the hem where he’d clearly gotten too excited, but it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. it smelled faintly of his laundry detergent and pure, unadulterated devotion.

𓏵

by the time the final bell rang, you were expecting a full-blown parade. instead, you found bokuto waiting by the school gates, looking uncharacteristically shy, holding a single, heavy-duty gift bag and a final, slightly tear-stained envelope.

he didn’t wait for you to reach him. he bounded forward, nearly knocking you over with his sheer aura. “this is the big one!” he chirped, his voice cracking just a tiny bit. “the finale! the grand slam!”

“YOU are the reason i’m so loud! i have to be loud because my love for you is too big for a normal human body to contain! it’s leaking out of my ears and my mouth! if i were a poet, i’d write you a book as thick as a dictionary, but i’m just kōtarō, your kōtarō, so i’ll just say this: you are my home. you’re the person i want to show every cool rock i find to. you’re the person i want to yell ‘hey hey hey’ to for the rest of my life. you make me want to be the best version of myself, even when i’m in a slump. especially when i’m in a slump. you’re my ultimate support, my favorite person, and the greatest thing that has ever happened to this planet. you’re stuck with me, okay? i’ve already decided. we’re a team for life!”

the final gift was a heavy, high-quality scrapbook. you flipped it open to find it wasn’t just photos. it was everything. he had saved the wrapper from the first snack you ever shared. there was a dried leaf from the day you went to the park. there were “coupons” he’d drawn for “free hug (infinite duration)” and “kōtarō will do your chores while squatting, if possible.”

on the very last page, there was a polaroid of him sleeping on your shoulder, with a caption in his messy, bold handwriting: the happiest moment of my life (until tomorrow).

bokuto was watching you read, his lower lip trembling slightly as he waited for your reaction. he looked like a giant, muscular puppy waiting to see if he’d been a good boy.

“kōtarō,” you breathed, clutching the scrapbook to your chest. “this is... i don’t even have the words. you spent so much time on this.”

he let out a sound that was half-sob, half-cheer, and scooped you up into a hug that lifted your feet three feet off the gravel. he spun you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you with the strength of a man who truly believed you might float away if he loosened his grip by a fraction of a millimeter.

“i just want everyone to know!” he shouted into your shoulder, muffled but passionate. “i want the birds to know! i want the principal to know! i want the guys in the celestial heavens to know that y/n is the coolest, prettiest, smartest person ever and she’s my girlfriend!”

“kōtarō, everyone can already hear you,” you laughed, patting his spiky hair, which was surprisingly soft despite the sheer amount of product in it.

“good!” he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression so intensely sincere it made your chest ache. “because if i could, i’d buy a billboard. no, a satellite! i’d put your face on the moon so everyone has to look at how great you are before they go to sleep!”

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, moving with a frantic, desperate sort of affection as if he were trying to memorize your face through touch alone. you were his entire world, his north star, and his favorite cheering section all at once.

“happy birthday,” he whispered, finally settling down into a gentle sway, still refusing to let your feet touch the ground. “i’m gonna make sure every single day feels like your birthday, i promise. i’ll buy you so many owls. i’ll hit so many points for you. just stay right here, okay? right here with me. please, stay with me, the love of my life.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thumping of a heart that beat entirely for you. “i will.”

until tomorrow = once tomorrow happens, that will be his happiest moment.

n: i cried, crew, and crode while proofreading this. i love bokuto.

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if the sun decided to retire and move to a tropical island for a permanent vacation, the world wouldn’t even notice the lack of light because bokuto kōtarō exists. he is a walking, talking supernova with a vertical leap that defies the laws of physics and a voice that could probably shake fruit off a tree three towns over.

for someone like you—who operates at the volume of a library whisper and has the social battery of a potato—he should have been your worst nightmare. normally, people with that much “main character energy” made you want to burrow into the nearest pile of laundry and never come out. but bokuto? he was different. he wasn’t just loud; he was golden.

he was a giant, muscular golden retriever who somehow convinced himself that you, a quiet human who enjoys silence and moderate temperatures, were the center of the known universe.

𓏵

bokuto kōtarō didn’t just like you. he was vibrating on a molecular level every time you entered his line of sight. his eyes—those wide, golden, predatory owl eyes—would lock onto you with the intensity of a heat-seeking missile.

“akaashi,” bokuto whispered, which for him was still the volume of a leaf blower. “she’s reading. look at how she turns the page. have you ever seen such technique? such grace? the paper didn’t even tear. she’s a master of literacy.”

akaashi sighed, the sound of a man who had been at the epicenter of this hurricane for months. “she is indeed reading a book, bokuto. please stop vibrating. you’re making the floorboards creak.”

“i can’t help it! my heart is doing that thing where it tries to jump out of my throat so it can go sit next to her!”

bokuto was beyond “down bad.” he was at the bottom of the ocean, staring up at the surface where you stood, completely content to drown in his own adoration. he memorized the exact way you tucked your hair behind your ear. he knew which specific vending machine drink you liked (the one with the little blue flower on the label). he had a mental map of your schedule that would make a stalker look disorganized, though his intentions were purely focused on making sure he was “accidentally” leaning against a wall near your next class so he could yell “HEY! HEY! HEY!” and watch you jump three inches off the ground.

he wasn’t just devoted; he was a literal disciple of the church of you. he lived for the five seconds of eye contact you gave him. if you smiled at him, he’d go into “emo mode” for three days out of pure overwhelmed joy.

𓏵

you, meanwhile, were suffering in a very quiet, very polite way. your heart felt like a trapped bird every time the ace looked at you. you loved the way he occupied space, the way his energy felt like a warm blanket instead of an intrusion. you wanted to tell him, but the thought of speaking words out loud to a boy who looked like he could bench press a small car was terrifying.

akaashi found you behind the gym, staring intensely at a blade of grass.

“he’s currently inside trying to explain to a volleyball that it needs to be ‘more like you,’” akaashi said calmly.

you jumped, face heating up. “more.. more like me?”

“calm. reliable. aesthetically pleasing,” akaashi translated. “you should tell him, y/n. if you don’t, he might actually spontaneously combust. i’m tired of buying fire extinguishers.”

you swallowed hard, your voice barely a squeak. “he’s so... much. i’m just... me.”

“that’s the problem,” akaashi leaned against the wall. “to him, ‘just you’ is the equivalent of a literal goddess descending from the heavens to grace us with her presence. he completely loses his mind over you. go talk to him before he starts writing poetry. nobody wants to hear bokuto’s poetry.”

𓏵

the gym was quiet for once. bokuto was sitting on the floor, staring at his shoes like they had personally offended him. his hair was slightly deflated—the universal sign of distress.

you walked in, your footsteps making no sound. you were like a ghost, or a very shy ninja. you stood five feet away from him, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater.

“bokuto?”

he froze. he didn’t move a muscle. he looked like a statue of a grecian god who had just been told he won the lottery. slowly, he turned his head, his eyes wide and shimmering.

“y/n?” he breathed. “are you real? am i dreaming? akaashi said if i hit my head too hard on the floor i might start seeing angels.”

“you didn’t hit your head,” you said, your voice soft, like the rustle of silk. “i... i wanted to tell you something.”

bokuto scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over a stray volleyball. he stood at full height, chest out, looking like he was ready to receive a medal of honor. he was staring at you with such raw, unadulterated hunger for your words that it was almost dizzying. he wanted to tuck you into his pocket and carry you around like a precious heirloom. he wanted to build a shrine to the way your voice sounded.

“i really like you,” you whispered, looking at your shoes. “i know i’m quiet, and you’re... you. but i like how bright you are. it makes me feel like i can be seen.”

the silence that followed was so heavy you thought you might collapse. then, a sound erupted from bokuto that could only be described as a dying whale trying to sing opera.

“AAAGHHHHHH!” he wailed, clutching his chest. “MY HEART! IT’S ACTUALLY EXPLODING! Y/N! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

he lunged forward but stopped exactly two inches from you, his self-control hanging by a single, frayed thread. he was trembling. he looked like he wanted to devour you and protect you from a rainy day at the same time.

“i’m so in love with you!” he bellowed, then immediately remembered you liked quiet. he dropped to an intense, vibrating whisper. “i am so deeply, incredibly, painfully devoted to you. i think about you when i’m spiking. i think about you when i’m eating meat buns. i even think about you when i’m trying to remember how to do long division, which is really hard!”

he reached out, his huge, calloused hand hovering near your cheek before gently, so gently, brushing a stray hair away. his touch was like lightning.

“you’re so quiet,” he murmured, his golden eyes darkening with a desperate kind of heat. “everyone else is so loud. the world is so loud. but when i’m near you, the noise in my head just... stops. you’re like my own personal cloud. i want to stay under you forever. i don’t want anyone else to look at you. is that bad? i want to wrap you in my team jacket and hide you so i’m the only one who gets to hear your voice.”

your heart didn’t just flutter; it did a full gymnastic floor routine. “i wouldn’t mind that,” you admitted.

𓏵

bokuto couldn’t take it anymore. he scooped you up into a hug that lifted you completely off the ground. your face was buried in the crook of his neck, which smelled like expensive laundry detergent and pure, unbridled adrenaline.

“am i yours now?” he asked, his voice muffled by your hair. “can i tell everyone? can i tell the mailman? can i tell that one crow that sits on the school gate and judges me?”

“maybe start with the team,” you giggled, the sound making bokuto squeeze you even tighter.

“i’m never letting you go,” he vowed, and he sounded like he meant it in a way that involved being your permanent shadow. “i’m going to be the best boyfriend. i’m going to score every point for you. i’m going to buy you every tea in that vending machine until you’re sick of it.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression so tender it felt like a physical weight. he looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, asking for permission with a vulnerability that made you want to cry.

you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to his cheek.

bokuto kōtarō, the ace of fukurōdani, one of the top five aces in the country, proceeded to melt. his knees actually gave out, and he slumped to the gym floor, bringing you down with him so you were sitting in his lap. he buried his face in your shoulder and made a noise of pure, concentrated bliss.

“y/n,” he groaned into your sweater. “you’re so perfect. i’m going to follow you home every day. not in a creepy way! in a ‘i am your personal bodyguard and if a breeze hits you too hard i will fight the wind’ way.”

you leaned your head against his, closing your eyes and soaking in the heat radiating from him. he was a lot. he was a hurricane, a firework, a golden disaster. but he was your golden disaster.

and as akaashi walked by the gym doors, seeing bokuto vibrating with joy while you sat contentedly in the center of his chaos, he finally put the fire extinguisher down.

“finally,” akaashi muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “now maybe he’ll stop asking me if ‘quiet’ is a flavor of ice cream.”

bokuto didn’t hear him. he was too busy trying to figure out if he could legally change his middle name to your name, his eyes fixed on you with a look of such beautiful, total adoration that you knew you’d never have to worry about being alone ever again.

n: everyone get in line, we’re getting a bite out of bokuto’s thighs

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