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if only you could hold back, too.

“you did so well,” he’s saying, and it takes every square inch of your being not to cover your body when he leads you to the bath he drew, not to throw on your clothes and duck out the door with some piss-poor excuse of a farewell. he’s oh so considerate, drawing hot water for two every night that you’re over; how could you refuse? but the more you indulge in his affections, the more you curse yourself for imposing, reminding yourself that it’s nothing more than a courtesy, good manners a guy like bo would extend to just about anyone.

he’s off limits. he’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, and he could probably have anyone in the world if only he wanted them.

so why must you try so hard not to spill your guts when he does something as simple as tuck the hair behind your ear?

“bo…” you whisper, and his eyes light up at your nickname of choice, oblivious to the twinge in your lips and the knot in your eyebrows.

“what’s up?” he leans in from his corner of the tub, presumably to hear better, and you figure this is the last you’ll see of the ripple of his biceps and the outline of his pecs, the width of his toothy grins and the gentle crease of his mismatched dimples.

you shake the thought from mind, “i… i don’t think we should do this any more.”

the spell is broken, the water holds still, and christ, you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen bokuto scrambling for words.

“o-oh. was it something i—”

“no, it’s just that i’m—”

in love with you? falling for you? neither of those sound right, especially with the blatant concern that scrawls itself over bokuto’s face. you settle on a more benign response.

“—i mean, there’s someone i like, so…” you trail off, looking to the side, the distance he’s closed a little too close for comfort.

to his credit, his golden gaze never wavers. you sit there in silence, but the quietude does nothing to avert his eyes. he studies your expression before cupping your face with his hands instead, tender touch careful as ever, and you can’t help but flinch back and wonder if he’s heard you right.

when you look back up, he’s smiling in earnest.

“then it’s a good thing that there’s someone i like, too.”