#i am...so...rusty....

“oh my god, swallow it already so you don't choke. i’m not strong enough for the heimlich maneuver so you will die here.” you warn him trying to mask your laugh to not spur him on even more. he huffs out a laugh once more before chewing exaggeratedly, eyes squeezed comically shut while he swallows the lump of popcorn, ending with a loud “ahh!” after it's gone down. 

you roll your eyes playfully at his antics while typing up the name of the next movie on the list into the platform’s search bar, bokuto snickering every time you mess up and have to slide all the way to the backspace before continuing to type. 

finally starting the movie, you settle back into the couch and throw the fuzzy blanket over your legs, the edge of the blanket falling into bokuto’s lap. before you could move to pull the blanket off his thighs, he grabs a handful of the edge to pull it over his lap, scooching a little closer to you on the couch, his thick thighs bumping against the side of your leg. 

you glance over at him curiously, “are you sure you want the blanket? you run super hot anyway.”

he shrugs, pink lightly dust his cheeks as he keeps his eyes firming on the screen. 

“i dunno… it's nice, y’know,” he mumbles 

“being overly warm and uncomfy is nice to you?” you tease, eyes turning back towards the movie subsequently missing his face burn a little brighter. 

“nooo,” he says a little sarcastically before speaking in a much softer, almost shy tone, “i meant like…it’s nice that i can be a little closer to you,” trying to seem nonchalant by ending his subtle confession with a little shrug.

your widened eyes blink a few times at the tv, mind replaying his words to make sure that yes- he really did just say that. he nervously chews on his lip at your frozen state, about to change the subject when you begin to adjust your position and shift just a hair more towards him. leg pressing against the side of his, feeling his thigh twitch and tighten before relaxing once more.