#mattysones

it’s a family thing. His father was one too before he met his mom. but it has no importance to the story. it doesn’t rally matter! :3

Keiji doesn’t remember falling asleep last night. He certainly hadn’t meant to—he’s not very good at sleeping over, even at a friend’s house. But the study session ran late, and Bokuto is very persuasive when he wants to be (Keiji makes a mental note to add that to his growing list of Bokuto-related quirks. This one probably belongs on the List of Things to Look Out For When Interacting With Bokuto-san). 

At some point in the night, someone had placed blankets over them. Bokuto’s parents, probably. Or Bokuto’s older sister. Keiji has met her only twice, as she’s often away at university. While Bokuto’s family is significantly less loud than Bokuto himself, they all share that same magnetic charm that leaves Keiji feeling full and slightly overwhelmed in the best way.

The weight pinning Keiji to the floor next to the kotatsu stirs. Keiji stays still as Bokuto wakes, slowly, leisurely, at his own pace like he does everything else. His golden eyes, hazy with dreams, blink open with a cat’s laziness as his arms stretch over his head. His hair falls into his eyes, loose and soft-looking instead of sticking up with all that hair gel he uses. 

Keiji can tell the exact moment Bokuto registers who he’s been using as a pillow. Those familiar gold eyes widen, and Bokuto’s mouth falls open slightly. Keiji only blinks at him.

“A-Akaashi,” Bokuto stutters. “Uh. I. Um?”

“Good morning,” Keiji says, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, waking up next to his captain and feeling like he doesn’t want to move at all. He’s a little amazed his voice doesn’t betray how strange he feels, the contentment of lying there, half under the kotatsu and still pretty much in Bokuto’s hold. He’s never felt like that before. Especially not in the mornings.

“Good morning,” Bokuto responds on reflex. He relaxes, though his eyes are still wide with curiosity. “Do you, um. Do you want to get up?”

Keiji considers. The windows show morning light, but the kind that is tinged with grey, still early. “No,” Keiji says, and, surprising both Bokuto and himself, rolls over on his side, until he’s facing Bokuto’s chest. He doesn’t say anything else. 

“Okay,” says Bokuto, keeping his voice low. And slowly, giving Keiji plenty of chances to back away (List of Things About Bokuto-san That Not a Lot of People Are Lucky Enough to Know #8: He’s ridiculously considerate and perceptive to other people’s sense of space and boundaries), Bokuto brings his arms back around Keiji. 

Keiji closes his eyes. It’s warm.

i actually wrote my haikyuu abo fic with an ace alpha bc i think abo world building has a lot of potential but is is often neglected for quick and easy porn

That’s wonderful! I’m always in support of more ace representation, as it’s definitely one of the less visible yet still so distinctive and important sexualities.

But I was sort of thinking more along the lines of, I feel many people at least on this site are aware that “gender” isn’t just “man and woman,” and that sexuality isn’t just “het and gay.” And that many of the incredibly diverse terms that I’m learning more about myself every day aren’t clear cut and often overlap, combine, or are outside of what we’re more familiar with. Everything’s on a spectrum, everything has exceptions, and everyone’s individual unique experiences determines how they personally identify.