#owl dorks

Chapter 191

Chapter 295

Chapter 306

Chapter 334

Chapter 335

Chapter 337

Chapter 382

Chapter 386

Chapter 392

What do you mean Bokuto is seen as a silly, chaotic, one braincell character but is actually incredibly intelligent, perceiving and observant in the narrative?

What do you mean Akaashi is seen as a cold hearted, deadpan, quite character but is actually incredibly blunt, sappy and an over-analytical mess in the narrative?

“I love you Koutarou,” Keiji would say without hesitation, with or without reason. 

“I love you too Keiji!” Koutarou would bounce back, unknowing that his husband wouldn’t leave it there.

A laugh would pass Keiji by as he would be a distance away in another room but still loud enough to be heard, or be close enough for him to kiss Koutarou and hold him close. 

“I love you more.” Keiji would state firmly, his lips turning upright and satisfaction settles in until-

“Well I love you most.” It’s Koutarou’s turn to have the upper hand as he utters the words just as firmly, offering it from across the room or when he’s close enough to Keiji to cuddle him.

It seemed like Koutarou has won, after all there was nothing more superlative to “most” now was there? As much as it is, of course it’s not over. Of course their constant one ups from each other doesn’t end there as Keiji would say:

“I loved you first.” 

It’s a confession Koutarou can never truly counter because Keiji had in fact fallen for Koutarou first, that day when he had entered that gym and saw a star shining before him. The rest had been history. 

The rings resting on their fingers is a testament to that. 

So Koutarou in turn only playfully whines out a “Keiji...that’s not fair!” as he let’s his husband win again, never once getting tired of going on and on about who between the other loved them more. 

Neither did Keiji, the fondest of laughter and softest of looks directed at his husband as he continues everyday in a constant loop, reminding him of just how much he loves him. 

Only his voice is angry. Frustrated. Booming.

Koutarou understand that in a second.

So, he practically neglects all other chores and heads straight for the source of all the commotion. 

The thing about his beloved Keiji is that he has a tendency of getting stressed.

 A lot.

Koutarou has admittedly only seen the bare minimum of stress and anxiety Keiji can accumulate from work as the two of them are busy with their own professions. Koutarou’s guilty, he has been for the longest of time which is why he does everything he can in the early morning and dead of night to ease the tension in his husband. 

This being no exception.

For you see, even outside office hours, Keiji has a tendency of receiving phone calls from his fellow associates in their work place. Most of which are to discuss story lines, fix plot holes and simply seal the deal for the content in the next chapter. 

It’s rare for Keiji to get frustrated within a phone call, especially since Udai had always been the one he speaks to the most and the two of them have never once gotten into a debate when it comes to the storyline.

But, on the occasion that Keiji gets into an argument with someone else. When someone is incapable of understanding the logic Keiji has laid out for them. On the instance that an associate opt to find some sort of argument to counter Keiji’s even though it was already clearly in Keiji’s favor. 

He’d stressed. He’d get anxious, and it came in the form of many ways.

It came in the form of stuttering across the line. It came from walking back and forth. It came from frantic hand movements of one hand as the other held the phone. It came in the form of yelling, an innocent attempt to help the other person on the line understand.

But there are just some associates that refuse to listen. Of course they refuse to listen. They’re stubborn and naive, and simply Keiji can’t reach them as much as he tries.

It stresses him out, more than anything. Having to control one’s frustration within a phone call turns overwhelming.

That is until Koutarou arrives. 

Koutarou would slowly approach his husband as the latter lashes out across the phone. As tears start forming in his eyes. 

From there, Koutarou would wrap his arms around Keiji’s waist from behind and kiss him anywhere and everywhere he could reach. His hair, his cheeks, his shoulder. Koutarou would plant soft kisses to lighten the burden on Keiji as he continues to speak to the person across the phone. He would hold his hand to try and stop it from shaking. He wouldn’t say a word, because he knows Keiji understands his intentions. He would be there, he would simply be there for Keiji. 

As Keiji’s voice mellows down and whatever worries he’s had fades into nothing, Koutarou thinks to himself.

He wants to keep giving Keiji his kisses.

He wants to keep giving Keiji his comfort.

He wants to keep giving Keiji his assurances.

He wants to keep giving Keiji his affection. 

His love.

Since then, he hadn’t believed in birthday wishes. The banners, party decorations and food had merely felt like display. It was a waste of money, a waste of food potentially and a waste of everyone’s time having to celebrate about the day he was born in this world.

He hasn’t seen the need to make his birthdays so extravagant.

So important.

Don’t get the wrong idea, Akaashi doesn’t hate birthdays. He does appreciate them, but the thing about him is that he had always seen the logical side of things. With that, Akaashi had never truly seen the reason why people put so much effort into celebrating over one little moment in his life, why they valued it so much.

He was born into this world just like any other person. That was that, so why make it such a big ordeal?

Birthday wishes were his favorite thing about birthdays once upon a time, he remembered how eager he was, wobbling on the stool just to reach the cake and blow the candle. He had the spirit back then, felt like he was on top of the world every time he would let out his little wish and blow on the candle. 

Some wishes came true, most of them didn’t.

As he spent more time reading books where logic had seemed more reasonable over emotion. As he eventually inherited the more practical and calculating side of his parents, the light that once shined in Akaashi’s eyes had gone dim.

In the slightest. Only in the slightest. 

Birthday wishes were just an extra tidbit you could merit off from along with a cake and some gifts, Akaashi had considered. And he stayed with that logic until he became 16. 

Having to worry about which high school he would go to and the prospect of immersing in a new environment made him nervous at most. So with that, he caved in for once and let himself believe birthday wishes could come true. 

He whispers.

And he snuffs out the flame from the birthday candle.

Months pass him by, then it all comes together. 

It came in the form of something loud. Something that had almost hurled himself into a fleet of stairs and across the hallway just to see him. It came in the form of something eager, too eager. 

It came in the form of an enigma named Bokuto Koutarou.

So here Akaashi was, in his first year of high school and already fearing for his life as Bokuto had covered his eyes and led him all the way to Fukurodani’s gym. 

Akaashi had expected this, it was November 5 after all. 

The thing is, the preparations were the same. But the feeling wasn’t. 

Bokuto, along with the rest of Fukurodani, had thrown an enormous surprise party for Akaashi. Washio had offered ridiculous party hats. Konoha and Sarakui had been the ones leading whatever birthday program they planned out. Komi had brought out the karaoke box (someone save Akaashi-). Fukurodani didn’t train the entire day, anything and everything was spent in celebrating Akaashi’s day. 

It was like any other birthday.

The only difference was, Akaashi had found himself enjoying it all.

And...was he smiling? Wait, he’s laughing too?!

Bubbles of laughter had erupted from him the moment Fukurodani had hurdled him into a group hug. At the end of the day, he had returned home with a gigantic brown plush owl.

Courtesy of Bokuto Koutarou.

In fact, a lot of the birthday ideas and planning were courtesy of Bokuto. The thought of it had Akaashi sinking his face into the head of his owl plushie all through the night. 

Akaashi thought it was over. He had himself convinced that whatever happiness he had gained from today’s celebration was just fleeting. Oh how wrong he was. 

Now every year, Bokuto had always one upped himself when it came to Akaashi’s birthday. It would be a tragedy, Bokuto had once said to Akaashi, an absolute crime if he didn’t make Akaashi’s day the best day every year. 

And he did, every year without fail, he had made Akaashi’s birthday more special than Akaashi could have ever asked for. 

It came in the form of gifts, of songs, of surprises. Some extravagant, some so ridiculous it had Akaashi rolling on the floor for the first time in his life. 

As the more surprises had yet to come, unlike the young child who’s excitement for birthdays had faded, Akaashi had longed for what Bokuto had planned for him on his birthday, concealed by a constant expression of indifference and a mountain of deadpan comments.  

In reality, he wouldn’t ask for anything else, couldn’t ask for anything more and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bokuto would always give to him, never once stopped even. He and Fukurodani had made his birthday more memorable than the next. Even after highschool, when they had all grown up and not everyone could celebrate as much as they wanted to and simply sent text messages, Bokuto had personally met up with Akaashi just to celebrate his birthday.

Bokuto’s presence was a constant in Akaashi’s birthdays. His love was a constant in Akaashi birthdays.

Every single one of them. 

The last time Akaashi made a wish on a birthday candle was when he was 16. 

He hadn’t made a wish since then. 

He can still remember what he whispered on that day where he had found himself in a moment’s of worry. The words he had whispered before snuffing out the flames on the candles. His birthday wish:

Please grant me a miracle.

Now, Keiji’s a lot older. A pair of glasses rest all snug at the bridge of his nose. 

With the way that Keiji resides comfortably in the four walls of an apartment. The way a feeling of a finished birthday celebration still settling in the atmosphere. The way he can still catch a glance of the five layer cake from across the kitchen. The way that Koutarou’s arms envelope him in a warmth he can’t explain, their rings shining all the brighter. The way they laugh and sing to the music playing all around them. The way that Keiji can hear Koutarou’s voice as he whispers sweet nothings and promises of love he has kept and yet to keep. The way Keiji can feel the touch of Koutarou’s lips on his own,

Keiji believes in birthday wishes once more. Only, he hadn’t thought of making another one since then.

Since that wish he had made when he was 16.

After all, it came true. 

He just casually plops the flower crown on Akaashi’s head as they lay down on the grass beneath them. Akaashi slowly getting the flower crown from his head to study it.

Numerous intricate flowers come together, woven into a spectacle of a crown. It’s a frenzy of colors and of a few careless mistakes here and there. A grand gesture, an exert of time and effort Akaashi thinks to himself.

He looks up to see its maker smiling back at him. An innocent and genuine smile looks back at Akaashi, the colors on the crown seem more vibrant then they ever have been.

So Akaashi does something in return. 

He searches the field of grass as a small and simple flower catches his eye in a haze of green. 

A simple Aster flower. 

Bokuto peers from his shoulder, curious as to what the other is doing. The next thing he knows, Akaashi is approaching him. Then, something soft slips on his finger. Bokuto looks down to see a simple flower ring being placed unto his ring finger. 

He looks up and all he can see is Akaashi. The flower crown rests above tufts of his hair and Bokuto has never seen a brighter sight. 

Neither of the two exchange words. Instead, it’s simple glances, gentle caresses and shared thoughts as they lay beside each other under the morning light. 

Much like the flower crown, Bokuto’s love is grand and vibrant, Akaashi thinks to himself. It’s scattered, careless, takes time and effort to form but genuine all the same. Bokuto’s love is colorful. Always finding ways to reach his heart with the range of emotions and actions he brings forth to him.

Much like the flower ring, Akaashi’s love is shy and meaningful, Bokuto chimes to himself. It’s simple and admittedly not as frequent as his own signs of affection, but much like the Aster that was used to form the ring, it was there since the beginning. Akaashi’s love for him had been there since the beginning. And whenever Akaashi does show affection, it carries a weight more than Bokuto can ever imagine.

 Afterall, a simple ring offers a magnitude of promises and love compared to a crown for its meaning. 

Bokuto and Akaashi continue to rest in the field of grass, holding each other’s hand and thinking of the love they still wish to give each other for many more years to come.

On the event that no one can go, he goes by himself and despite being a singular individual, he's practically a one man cheering squad in his own way.

Bokuto loves supporting Fukurodani, especially rooting for Akaashi. Whenever Akaashi does a dump or does anything to get points, Bokuto starts shouting praises and compliments like "That's my boyfriend! Look at him go!"

When Akaashi graduates and begins his work, Bokuto still shouts and praises him from there. Whenever Akaashi misses his ride going to his office, Bokuto happily drives him over.

As Akaashi closes the door and exits the car, he can practically hear Bokuto shouting from the distance.

"Good luck with work Keiji! You can do it! Love you lots and don't forget to eat lunch!"